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    ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev

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    Only Stars When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were...

    THREE ZEN DADA POEMS by H.A. Sappho

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    HIDEOUS WINNERS Stray bits of grammar peck at the skyAlgae with red snouts wins the next track meetSea foam and plastic comply with the new climate’s directivesA revised global...

    TAKE TEN by LG Pomerleau

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    How We See “No telescope is more powerful than the prejudice of the person looking through it.”Kevin Ashton, How To Fly A Horse, 2015 The spider...

    ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON by Russell Dupont

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    POEMS BY RUSSELL DUPONT ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON This house is so still I can feel it breathe.Morning has crept away, leaving...

    CHICAGO by Elsa Pair

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    Bloodletting Bloodletting,but for the rage. If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the rage, spilling down my frontlike...

    OF SCRIBBLING by Korkut Onaran

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    THE SECOND DAY OFTHE SECOND DECADE The sun reappearsfrom behind the cloudsbeamijg into the narrow opening along the horizonto shine for a little whileon the face of the city.Then...

    TO OUTLAST by Michele Parker Randall

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    To Outlast The last cigarette clutched at my fingers, stretchedmy lungs, and drew smoke into me, hide-n-seek- style. It’s been a while; my doctors tell me...

    WORLD FINESSE AND NUANCE STRATEGY by Bob Eager

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    WORLD FINESSE AND NUANCE STRATEGY by Bob Eager Immediate world and world  beyond,Strategy to grow into new role..Stretch and reach to a new worldDiscrepancy  between where you are and where...

    COMING OUT by Chris Arnone

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    Coming Out head-first, blood-slickedhair like a tiny John Stamos.Bubbling with style but no pronouns. Snip the umbilical, suctionand wail, count tenfingers and toes but no sex.

    VICTORIA PARK LAKE by Nathanael OReilly

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    Goulburn A muddy river flanked by gums wanders through town past rope swings hanging from high branches, rippling around