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    AS CINZAS DO SOL by Rosangela Batista

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    AS CINZAS DO SOLby Rosangela Batista   As Cinzas do SolCegam o céu;Secam o sal de Pernem.Dão bocadinhos à luaDe açafrão e cal.Cai, cai pó-ente,    Põe cinzas d’ouroNos tetracantos da mente.Cinzas da ÍndiaSerpenteiam em minhas águas:Brindes...

    EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNING by Jack E Lorts

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    EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNINGby Jack E Lorts  Ephram Pratt Speaks of Whispering Quiet the noiseof the carburetor, or is it a...

    LIN by John Sweet

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    LINby John Sweet  the captain, the sinking ship and we will do something orbetter yetwe will do nothingand the lawns will all be green

    SOUTHERN RAINS by Fabrice Poussin

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    Gnawing at the Flesh Teeth gnaw at the flesh belowhungry to erase what was once sweet. There is a throbbing beatingat the rhythm of a dying...

    WITH A GUITAR by Mark J. Mitchell

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    WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell  A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but...

    IMMORTALITY by Manuel Madera

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    IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera  ImmortalityConfessions last—       The snow plummets to    The nameless ground we  Have crossed and hopped        Along the sidewalk of evermore   We stroll and skate       I did not...

    PULL OVER by Peter Mladinic

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    PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic Pull Over Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please.

    THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs

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    THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs  The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be...

    EXHALE by Diane Webster

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    EXHALEby Diane Webster  DEATH BURIED Plastic tulips and silk rosespretend they grow aroundmy parents’ gravestone. Still not allowing themtruth after all these yearsdead...

    FROM ABOVE by Roger Singer

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    FROM ABOVEby Roger Singer  FROM ABOVE  the bones of wordsremain behindlike rumpled sheetswithout memory of sleepas day tossesa mixed salad of walkingand arriving the hours melt intothe water of day time slows...