THE GROVE by Tina Klimas

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A MALLARD AND THE RED SHOES I glide through a velvet watermirage of swirling autumnalcolor. In the water, trees bleedand shimmer. I glide throughtrees, and trees are water and wateris sky. I am mallard. I...

TO PAINT A CLOUD by Russell Dupont

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TO PAINT A CLOUD To paint a cloud,apply colors, etherealand pure. Translucentlike white powdermisted onto silk. Wield your brushinto the heavensso your cloudsheave, like an ocean’sgreat waves or stampeding horsessoaring into the sky,a gambol of dragons,swirling bearers...

THE YELLING MAN by V. A. Rivera

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The Yelling Man The man screeches at the bird watcher he nearlyruns over, screams at his ice cream meltingin the heat, shouts at his noisy twins just being kids.He once had a wife. But he...

BEYOND GRANNY’S GARDEN by David Matthews

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Modest Triumph At the dour end of a dismal dayin a run of such daysthat compose an agewhere I find myself no longer young,somehow I come almost alivewith evening, PBS NewsHour,a modest dinner, and after...

THOSE TWO by Odeta Xheka

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Half of New Territory The rain’s let upas the last few drops of milk and tears snake downthe cereal bowl, on the breakfast table,covered in silence and soaked in honey-we go about deaf and blind,...

ROGUE RIVER REDEMPTION by Clint Frakes

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Desire #31(a meditation on a condition) The crazy lady tries to get intimate with meevery Wednesday & Friday. I say,“Listen, lady, you should ask before going through someone’s bag—& hey that’s my fucking magazine!”She leaves,...

JACOB AND THE ANGEL by Ingrid Blaufarb Hughes

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We Are All Complicit In Mariupol, a man searchesall night in the rubble of his house.“Four children, four adults,” he says,as day breaks. He starts to dig their graves. On a New York street a man...

FOUR HAIKUS by Jeffrey Tao

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Four Haikus Music Music feeds the soulTouches our deepest recessesLove and cherish it. Rippling Lake Gently rippling lakeBathed in soft autumn sunlight.Leaves in myriad shapes. The Starling As I sip coffeeA starling settles nearbyPlumage speckled white. Lilac Leaves Green leaves turn yellowPerfectly...

UNDER THE SUN by Robert Funderburk

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Wives of Nightfall We are theWives of nightfallMaidens of the dark Our lips smooth as oilFeather-soft voicesSpeaking words of lustRobed in garments ofLove Our prey who returnNight upon nightSeem somehow less humanTheir bodies shrinkingTheir eyes unseeingClouded by...

PRODIGAL DAUGHTER by Don Narkevic

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Prodigal Daughter The girl asked nothing from me,just left, hitching I suppose,my car still in the garage,my wallet untouched.She looks just like her mother,relatives say when they learn. When I search her room, I find herchildhood...