TABLE FOR ONE by Alan Berger

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TABLE FOR ONEby Alan Berger   I’m lonely  ButI’m well bredWell read Well fed                                                                                              My favorite position in bedIs laying aloneBeing off the phoneI’m lonelyBut stay out of my zoneI’m lonelyButI don’t like peopleThey accelerate my evilI’m lonelyBut I’ve...

THE FROGS by Bruce Morton

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THE FROGSby Bruce Morton Holocaust Memorial, Berlin It is a stretch to transform sorrow, ash, guilt—loss.But the stelae are concrete, not abstract starsFallen in firmament, a hard grid that is buriedLike piles for a pier where...

NORTHERN ISLET by Danielle Hanson

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NORTHERN ISLETby Danielle Hanson Northern Islet All the saints here are made of stone,eternal life mocked by their crumbling.I pick up the stones and swallow them in my gullet—even the bread is made of stones.It’s only...

LOOKING UP AT THE SKY by John McKernan

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LOOKING UP AT THE SKYby John McKernan   LOOKING UP AT THE SKYI always stop what I am doing at two o’clock in the afternoon and wait ten minutes for Death. I do this every day....