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    ALIVE IN ROME by John Drudge

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    The Pull of Stonehenge We set out from BathThrough the EnglishCountrysideThe relentless greynessOf the skyLending a constant drizzleOf drama to the dayIt can be seen for milesOn the horizonAs...

    PARACHUTE by William Ogden Haynes

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    The Undead With a tip of the hat to Sam Kinison. I think about Frankenstein, the mummy, zombies, ghosts,vampires, Nosferatu, poltergeists and revenants. All of them

    EVOLUTION 2.0 by Pablo Vascan

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    W w e h e ro dw e o c m ef r o m, w h e r e d ot h e y grow,the vines of reason,...

    SPIRALS OF SOUND by Lisa Molina

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    Spirals of SoundIIf One of us must dieI hope it is I.When I thought my son with leukemia was dead, I screamed at God,“Take me instead!”The wish still stands inside my head.The...

    SOLACE by Mark Burke

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    SOLACE Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid...

    SYNTHETIC PLANES OF HOPE by Jennifer Silvey

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    Simultaneous PerceptionPixels in 24 bitI stand by the ocean shore,and I went screaming in black and whitewhile glitches danced on my skin.JPEG animations flooding out my kneesthe fluttering of those chatsthose 1997...

    MENACING HEAVEN by Mark J. Mitchell

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    MENACING HEAVEN The sky has swallowed time’s poison. The sky is pressing on empty, mis-colored streets In this city,...

    STORM CINEMATOGRAPHY by Emalise Rose

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    while we’re away lights on the bayflicker twice, then recedeto the crawl space of Summerwinds resonatingthe deep chilled wisconsin And winter will whipwhile we’re away

    TIME by Megan Harrison

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    “time”The hands of the clock move too quicklyAs everything continues to change.Changing from the ideas of simpler timesAnd the constant dream to grow upGrow oldAnd do all that one couldn’t before.As my...

    SUNDAY by Ashley Tippit

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    Science ClassMud deluging between mytoes, up my legs, splatteringinto my hair, liftednot an inch above murky water, tangled with cordgrass,reaching alongside my invasivelimbs, all of me excavatingthis Dauphin Island...