SURFERS by Byron Beynon

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SURFERSBy Byron Beynon BOB DYLAN: BLOOD ON THE TRACKS The strong cardboard sleeve camewith Till's photographas the back cover turnedto an illustration by Oppenheim;I'd heard Dylan sing liveonly once in an English field,occupying the stage like...

THE CIRCLE by Marc Carver

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THE CIRCLEby Marc Carver AMBIVALENCE The man stands at the barhe tries to talk to everyone who comes to the barbut most ignore himI don't know how long he has been therebut I am guessing a...

THE ARROWS by Herbert Martin

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THE ARROWS by Herbert Martin  The Arrows,ate into Saint Sebastian’s freshlike liquid acid,like somethingapplied to antiquesto preserve them,or prepare themfor a market thatwill pay millionsof dollars, or lireor Deutch Marksfor believers and non-believers alike.There is no accountingfor...

FOR EMILY by Joe Murphy

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FOR EMILYby Joe Murphy For Emily In Remembrance It seems your years were set too closely together:When one toppled, all the others fell. Shut the power off, you said. Enough. Your bodyQuickly shut down. Your smile is now as...

POST WAR BABY by Timothy Dyson

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POST WAR BABYby Timothy Dyson  POST WAR BABYI never knew my birth motheryet, she gave me more than lifeOn a small velvet turntablesix babies put out for choosingThe young post-war couplescame at appointed times From Captain...

BETWEEN THE SEASONS by W. Jude Aher

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BETWEEN THE SEASONSby W. Jude Aher between the seasons ice carved as lightdreamsshadows castingall the lost imagesbelievingbeyond the taste ofblood illusionsongs conceivingsky frozen blueclear mindsoul yearningto seebetween the seasonsto touch reasoncrosses fallwhereskin truth whisperslove cracks the...