SOFT, DEAD LEAF by Winslow MacDonald

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I. Soft, Dead Leaf The night that you killed yourselfI walked down to the clearing whereAs boysWe had built a settlement,As pioneers we cleared the trees,And when the land gasped outWe leaned logs against bouldersAnd...

IF A TREE FALLS by Diane Webster

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IF A TREE FALLSby Diane Webster  MALFUNCTION Summer heat surfs up southern wall,slithers into swamp cooler ventsto vaporize water meant to soothehumans inside the office thusconverting cooler into heater. The woman perspires when no onelistens to facts...

THE PROPAGATION By Mark Young

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THE PROPAGATIONBy Mark Young The Mackerel Fish school whenthe moon is out. Be-fore. Separate. Atvarious levels withdisparate meanings.States of grace. Wait-ing for the cast of lightacross the surface of the water. On app-earance drawn to it.Coalesce, luminescent.In the...

IN A PORTUGUESE FIELD by George Moore

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IN A PORTUGUESE FIELDby George Moore In a Portuguese Field A dolmen by abandoned railsthat cross this terrible, empty fieldin lower Europe, and the gravetoppled sometime in the first centuryand near the rusted tracksstill ringing with...

ENCLOSED BY LOVE by Nardine Sanderson

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Land and sea when angels fall I did not fall to call your pain, or break ones heart so soft again, I felt such love within no doubtLike heavens precious rainA magical voice I heard...

SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little

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SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little  Speaking Without Language Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now. Charades and questions become new mode of talking:Where the word “medicine” and hand’s...

REFLECTION by Jane Muschenetz

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Miracles Previously Unnoticed I longed for poetry and doom-scrolleduntil headlines separated from the screen and breathedin sighs, like teenagers,we sent each other music audio filesand slowly began to speak the language of birds—everything defied being...

PURPLE DAWN by Edward Bonner

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PURPLE DAWNBy Edward Bonner FEW WILL HEAR HIS WORDS What thou find in a poor man's walletAn amazing talentTo surviveHolding true to God's wordA secret for this man to cuddle on a doorstepTo wake in the...

HOPE by Tanya Fillbrook

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Solitude What is this body but stone, frozen; I think of cotton candy clouds above this roof of no escape.The front door looks worse where grubby hands opened it up wide like blooming spring flowers...

SHADOWS AT NOON by Terry Brinkman

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SHADOWS AT NOONby Terry Brinkman                                                                                                                 Shadows at Noon Swift wings no longer serveShadows at noonLike sailboats along the horizonClouds shadows quakingA flock of birds crashes pastNow calm returnsAn arrow quivers the airLike sailboats along the horizonWith...