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 by offering information, expertise, or insight that has...

THIRD EYE SAGAS by Megan Denese Mealor

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Painting Party at an Indian Buffet I am scumbling a cataract waterfall with underhanded oils,ad-libbing the lilac current and dysmorphic October Glory maple trees.Feeling prolific and pioneering, I fashion a festooned mermaidheadlining shamrock curls, gaudy...

THE RUNNER by Alessio Zanelli

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The Runner On feet of dreams the runner’s headed to land’s end.She knows the horizon keeps receding while she’s running,but she runs as though it didn’t.A finish line is not her aim.Along the pathway time’s...

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 last eternity...

NO BONES ABOUT IT by Ken Holland

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NO BONES ABOUT IT Someone told me that my storywas a story that would be told.But I can’t remember who it wasthat spoke when he spoke so.Or who he said the teller would be.Or if...

A CHILD LOST by Ray Keifetz

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Fool’s Birthday Not every daydo you pass through a doorwithout opening itand behind the iron boltfind cake. Not every dayagainst the slow grinding glaciers,evaporating seas,the calcificationof every human heart,do you sing. Not every day is a birthday.Not...

MY FIRST REAL SKY by Juan Mobili

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Leaves My wife told me,that her sister,the one I barely knew,when she got her pair of glassessawthat leaveswere their own selves, not the rowdy bunchof veinsand greenshe knew. Imaginehow irresistibleher joy waswhen she met them. My Father Smoking The ceremony...

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 ends The varied cost not haggled,just peaked and tipped Traverse naught and koan, andtrust the seed...

TRANSCONTINENTAL by Guiseppe Getto

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Transcontinental How do you take it? She says.Clouds have rolled in, drawn thinend to end like cotton pantieson high-tension wire. Below the seaof non-native grasses is Lincoln,then below alkali flats,the lost golden tablets of Joseph...

WHERE ARE YOU GOING by Dennis Williams

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Where are you going? Where are you going?So late at nightIt’s way past bedtimeIt’s long past midnight Are you running from some turmoil?Did you see a terrible fight?What causes you to be out?Or to take this...