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    OLD SALT by Christina Petrides

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    OLD SALTby Christina Petrides Old Salt Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles...

    EYELASH by Glen Armstrong

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    EYELASHby Glen Armstrong   Eyelash It is not strange enough.Nor beautiful enough to discuss.At length in the museum’s coffee shop.I’m remembering it differently.The bees both threaten.                                                                     And reinvigorate the landscape.The sky looks like paper.Another skinny girl.Makes...

    KELP LASER by Daniel King

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    KELP LASERby Daniel King Anyon Ethos So I will Preserve; so I will DestroyAn anyon is my soul; and as a boyHoneyed is your clayMy plan...

    ILLUMINATING POETRY by Judith Simon Prager

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    ILLUMINATING POETRYby Judith Simon Prager Illuminating Poetry A candle, held up to the unknown          to fathom, or to pray against, what darkness holds.A lighthouse searchlight,          reaching out to...

    BEFORE THE INK WAS DRY by Kevin Keane

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    BEFORE THE INK WAS DRYby Kevin Keane Before The Ink Was Dry He would take a razor blade from his desk and a make little slitOn...

    NEW WORLD by Doug Sutton-Ramspeck

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    OLD SALTby Christina Petrides Old Salt Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles...

    PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTH by Mary Shanley

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    PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTHby Mary Shanley Parisian Photo BoothIn the metro station,she was playing a sawlike it was a cello. It sounded like a theramin.The photo booth wasjust feet away.  Lisa...

    AND SO I BELIEVE by Clark Holtzman

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    AND SO I BELIEVEby Clark Holtzman And So I Believe A stranger stood next to me at the city zoo. I had stopped at an exhibit...

    CITADEL by Keith Carver

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    CITADELby Keith Carver CITADEL You teeter on the wall, that thatthat keeps the ancient world ancient, and talkas though to rid yourself of helium,

    SUNDAY COMING DOWN by Jamel Hall

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    SUNDAY COMING DOWNby Jamel Hall Sunday Coming Down The slight shudder of newspaperadds accents to the commercial break.My mother in her meekest vestmentspaces the house singing...