GOLEM by Leslie Philibert

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GOLEMBy Leslie Philibert    Lemons for Klarafor Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut tough and half eternalthe lemon tree growscool and silent;this makes you remain.      Golem unholy earth, dark...

NEW TIME by Wendell Hawken

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Aretha in her Golden Casket Hawken The angled photograph revealsthe crown of her head, face obscured, ruffled red bodice, smooth red silk skirt,shapely café-au-lait calves and...

CONTUSIONS – By Gary Beck

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CONTUSIONSBy Gary Beck Hidden Treasure We move through city streetsintent on arrivalat destinations,immune to the beautyaround us;elegant willow,sweet Finch song,the fall of lighton an old building,the...

DOWNPOUR – By Bruce McRae

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DOWNPOURBy Bruce McRae Downpour A heavy rain falling over Lithium Island,the roads flooded with tears of the disenfranchised,the quarry a lake of grief and woes,the tavern’s...

INNOCENCE – By Shayna Boisvert

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   INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert    ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no...

MORE by Chris Fields

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MOREBy Christopher Fields      More                                                                                                             Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more.  I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid...

MIRROR – By Paul Bamberger

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MIRRORBy Paul Bamberger THE KISS five decades she waitsthe stirring of a small legend   a scream the length of a lifegone unheard   but with his death near    for fear...

AMICUS CURIAE IN IGNE by William Pruitt

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Amicus Curiae in Igne Amicus curiae: an individual or organization who is not a party to a legal case, but who is permitted to assist a court...

ELEANOR’S POEMS by Nardine Sanderson

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Poem one: (Decorum)How bittersweet is sleep, The pillage of the end, where death evades the breath of life, and silence is a friend, for what becomes of us and love, does it...

EXPAT by Joe Albanese

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Trading Post at the Edge of Known Empty more mistaken pearlto curl fate and find oneself somewhere withno starsand no fear,no knots andno...