DEAR HERON by Danielle Hanson

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DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson Dear Heron You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my ineffectiveness.I am what happens in the hour when clocks fall...

ANOTHER HOME POEM by Daniel Ruefman

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ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman    Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or are they...

A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson

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A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson   A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat direct youdown...

AS MEN by Talon Florig

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AS MENBy Talon Florig As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the thrill of the hunt will we...

SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson

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SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson Sunrise kid his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls on his pistol, fires one outa messy shot which dries...

STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman

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STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman Midflight that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin because he can'tunzip it with bulgingknuckles and neuropathicfingers because he can'tfind the whateverhe was looking forin it with eyesthat...