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    WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow

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    WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow       WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a...

    ARTISAN by Anthony Lawrence

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    ARTISANby Anthony Lawrence    Leonard CohenAt a Jewish food stall, considering knaidlach, shakshuka and falafel, Leonard Cohen took my order. His apron was dusted with fingerprints. His name badge flashed in the sun as...

    STEEL PROPHET by Jonathan DeCoteau

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    STEEL PROPHETby Jonathan DeCoteau  Steel Prophet The split-second cleaving of foliage—gauntFrom the haunches of marauding night—peeks through, with lead-tongued pantingAnd black crescent eyes:It is a baby...

    UNDERNEATH by Roger Singer

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    UNDERNEATHby Roger Singer UNDERNEATHFall back under early stars.The sea moves reflective waves,pulsing onto sand, building likeengines of thunderous clouds.Streams of people merge intotemporary spaces; strangers oncorners, a brief land...

    THE SURRENDER OF WILL – By John Grey

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    SMALL TOWN IN OHIOBy John Grey There was a father oncewho raged from Maine to California,who must have figured only metal survives,so he would always be metal,backed up with...

    LIKE WIND – By Ed Hack

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    LIKE WINDBy Ed Hack Weather In America The lightning didn't stop. An hour or moreit lit the reddish sky at 3amas rain slashed down in waves,...

    THE CANYON by Daniel Senser

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    The Canyon Over the course of eons, the flow of water Has shaped the stone, The sharp edges smoothed and rounded By the water’s constant flow. To weep is an honest exclamation, A reclamation of the soul. The rock is old...

    VOICES by Grace Nask

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    Backwards People say time is a circle or line, but really, it’s a Ray. It has one point fixed ages ago, and the rest shoots out...

    REEDUCATION CAMP by Michael Anthony Istvan Jr.

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    REEDUCATION CAMPBy Michael Anthony Istvan Jr. Reeducation Camp a necktie around your neck brace becoming the object of a dare

    CALM by Elana Wolff

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    CALMby Elana Wolff   Calm,not so long ago / the river ambling through the valley /easy in the aptitude of being in the blue beside the fireweedand pocket gophers stomping on the vandal grass...