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    UNLIKE A DREAM by Mark Tulin

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    UNLIKE A DREAMby Mark Tulin A Skeleton’s Tie-Dye The esoteric bearded manat a Dead concertfelt the spirit of the 60srippling through his bonesthat made his white...

    BALM by Pitambar Naik

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    BALM by Pitambar Naik BalmPitambar Naik Remember the havoc in your thick apple-red heartyour journey finishes in the middle of the rainy kisses   how...

    HEARING by Diane Webster

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    HEARINGby Diane Webster HEARING My hearing intensifieswhen I lay me down to sleeplike feral cat dozingon top of abandoned shelfwith sounds ticklingdelicate ear hairs

    ALTERED by LB Sedlacek

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    ALTEREDby LB Sedlacek AssemblyPlace theframeon a flatcleansurface bend tabsbackremove protectivefilminsertpictureartworklifebend tabsforwardandpresstosecurehangframeon aflatcleansurface. Nobody’s PlaygroundI noticed the slides...

    LISBON by Byron Beynon

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    LISBONby Byron Beynon   WAVESFirm muscles of watermove deliberately across the boardpumping the air with sounds;a panoply of waves,the preserved overlapin a mind of curling whisperscome to blend with the shore.Complex characterswith a fickle...

    SWALLOW by Keith Hoerner

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    SWALLOWBy Keith Hoerner  engrossed with millions of americansin others’ misfortunes       movement distracts me       from the nearly two-hundred pound nine year old on tv       you carry a juicy earthworm in your bone-colored beak       to feed...

    AFTERNOON MUSING by Steven Gerber

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       AFTERNOON MUSINGby Steven Gerber     I gaze from my window,side-tracked from thevolume of Mythology,open on my lap.My notebook nearby,I am now impacted.I wallow in the shadowsof West, Steinbeck, Fante,and all others whom havegraced this...

    WOMEN IN LOVE by Karen Deaver

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    WOMEN IN LOVEby Karen Deaver Women in Love Her art, his mine, saliva minglesin the Midlands grass cut sweet andtongues lap to the rescue

    SHADOWS AT NOON by Terry Brinkman

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    SHADOWS AT NOONby Terry Brinkman                                                                                                                 Shadows at Noon Swift wings no longer serveShadows at noonLike sailboats along the horizonClouds shadows quakingA flock of birds crashes pastNow...