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    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...

    STILL LIFE by Sarette Albin

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    STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin Still Life In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly...

    SPOT ON MY BACK by George Thomas

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    SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been...

    AMERICAN IN BRAZIL by David Lee Garrison

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    AMERICAN IN BRAZILby David Lee Garrison Last Look, Lisbon, 1965 The troopship was leaving Lisbonfor the war in Angola,its deck covered with soldiersgazing back.  Heavy sun...

    MAKING LOVE by George Payne

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    MAKING LOVEby George Payne Making Love the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed  Simplehands  risingon thechest

    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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    SOUTHERN RAINSby Fabrice Poussin    Gnawing at the FleshTeeth gnaw at the flesh belowhungry to erase what was once sweet.There is a throbbing beatingat the rhythm of a dying heart.It feeds to grow like...