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POSSIBLE POWER METAPHORS by Terry Trowbrige

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Possible Power Metaphors Looking through her own reflectionat a yellow patterned python,a teenage girl asks why the snakehas not eaten a mouse companionwho, sitting on the snake’s head,grooms her tiny arms. Looking back, maybe seeing doublepossibly...

WOODEN STAIRS by Donna M. Davis

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Devilsafter Ambrose Bierce (The Devil’s Dictionary) Devils want to thrustthe business end of a pininto humanity’s metaphorical eye.They often regret their danceas angels on its tiny silver headand the question of how many.But I know...

THE FOOL’S MASK by Mark Vogel

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Farther up the road you gonna reap what you sowMetaphor, metaphor, metaphor—impossible to kill.Take it as given round this big river that nearlyevery neighbor has sliced off a rattler head,watched the headless rope’s shivering...

ASHORE by Laurie Hollman

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AshoreIn the morning the scarring world holds me down so I cannot rise.I stretch my arms above my head like elastic bands with no end.My toes reach far below until my calves ache and...

ABOUT A DREAM by Michelle Moore

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I grew up knowing I wanted to be an artist. When I was four, maybe five years old, I recall sitting on the living floor at my parents' feet and coloring in a Gumby and...

SANCTUARY by Michael McGrath

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SANCTUARY Contrary to popular belief, not all babies are born beautiful. Trust me, I should know. As evidenced by my baby pictures, I wasn’t a looker by any stretch of the imagination. But rather than...

THE HUSBANDS by Erika Neenan

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THE HUSBANDS “Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”  “Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.  “I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...

BLOW-UP BELLA by James Hanna

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THE HUSBANDS “Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”  “Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.  “I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...

SEE YOU NEXT TIME by Morris McLennan

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SEE YOU NEXT TIME John stayed over Tuesday and Wednesday. I gave him a couple of stickers for his car so he could park on the street. I called in sick from work when he...

MAYBE TOMORROW by Michael Gray

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I’ll sit out on the porch, maybe smoke a cigarette, or drink a Coke. When someone comes along, I’ll smile like I’m just passing time carefree. But passersby know better. They don’t make eye...