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    A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS by Daniel Miess

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    A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESSby Daniel Miess A Voice in the Wilderness This silence in me is vast; notan abyss; empty yet not empty.

    THE SEASON OF THE PARASITES by Slade Woodward

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    THE SEASON OF THE PARASITESby Slade Woodward “Untitled” I can see the neon sandglow with every step taken.The ground pulseswith music unheard,with time unfocused.

    TOP OF THE CYCLONE by Lenny Lewis

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    TOP OF THE CYCLONEby Lenny Lewis                                                    TOP OF THE CYCLONE                                              Fourteen years in the system                                             is no fun. Said Good-bye to Comstock                                             didn't look...

    TRANSFORMATION by Stephanie V Sears

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    TRANSFORMATIONby Stephanie V Sears The shadow of a storm I advise you to sit still at this timecat-like patient but alerta secret even to yourselfserved hand...

    PASSION by Rachel Fox

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    PASSIONby Rachel Fox “Passion”                               She skips through a patch of sunflowers                  And gently brushes the petals through her pale fingers                       The pleasant stench of her peach perfume lingers                    ...

    GOING, GONE by Doug Bolling

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    GOING, GONEby Doug Bolling          Terret 9 The spillage of itold news creeping, creeping. The cat face of time,the hours before,behind.

    THE LAND BETWEEN by Brandon Marlon

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    THE LAND BETWEENby Brandon Marlon The Land Between Once the country of our defeat,now a liminal ecotone, zone of our appreciation,an abundant overlap blendingCanadian Shield with...

    MY MAMA’S WALTZ by Timothy Pilgrim

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    MY MAMA'S WALTZBy Timothy Pilgrim My mama’s waltz(with a nod to Theodore Roethke) The perfume on your dresscould drive a young boy crazy —dark lust, secret...

    SAUCER OF STARLIGHT by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

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        SAUCER OF STARLIGHTby Bobbi Sinha-Morey   Saucer of StarlightThe woman with dementiadoesn't come out to sit in herpatio anymore and her windchimes no longer caressed bythe wind have lost their sound;the only spark of...

    SWIMMING WITH PICASSO by Mike Jurkovic

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    SWIMMING WITH PICASSOBy Mike Jurkovic We Will Judge Angels We will judge angelsand consider ourselvesthe best among them.Lengthening the ruse of yearsby that much more,that much...