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OUT IN THE DISTANCE by Holly Day

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OUT IN THE DISTANCEBy Holly Day Spring ice melts in noisy rivuletsresumes descent on muddy river banks poking its greasy snout out of the watera bullhead lumbers out of torpor, floats to the surface frightens newly-hatched crawfish and...

MY GRETEL by John O’Connor

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MY GRETELby John O'Connor  My Gretel My sister never called me Hanselbut she knew I would lead her to trouble.The hollyhocks looked at us mischievously from the frost wall garden and we stole outin the twilight to...

MY FAVORITE NIECE by Patrick Mahoney

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MY FAVORITE NIECEBy Patrick Mahoney THE BASEMENT OR THE ATTIC The line is long and never-endingAs it winds throughout the skyAcross the clouds that hide the sunAnd stars that never shineThe melting pot of human formsBlend...

TO THAW by Annelise Mozzoni

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TO THAWBy Annelise Mozzoni Kenmore Electric Dryer Room steeped in blue,her and I,folding cotton waves. Standing in a swallow of light,she pulls sheets outlike taffyfrom dryer teeth. She strokes my cheek,with toasted thread,wanting me to catch the sheets’...

DAY AT THE BEACH by Debbie Richard

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DAY AT THE BEACHBy Debbie Richard LuminescenceExuding brilliance, you step into a roomas an actor steps onto a stage,heads turn, instantly drawn to your smile,the tilt of your head, the gracefulway you carry yourself –an...

PURPLE DAWN by Edward Bonner

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PURPLE DAWNBy Edward Bonner FEW WILL HEAR HIS WORDS What thou find in a poor man's walletAn amazing talentTo surviveHolding true to God's wordA secret for this man to cuddle on a doorstepTo wake in the...

GHOSTS by Richard Dinges

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GHOSTSBy Richard Dinges, Jr. Ghosts When young, I viewedthe outside worldin a black and whitebox, veiled by a thindusting of snow, voicesa static blend spokenin simple sentences,that winded outwhen I slept, mythoughts and memoriesechoed by ghoststhat...

GAZES by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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GAZESBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo  Gazes A refrigerator slides down the street,moved by the wind.Its owner chases it."I'm a doctor!", "I'm a doctor!",she will have to say,this woman, some time later,in a courtroom.Mrs. Toolson is eight months...

WHEN I DREAM WELL by David Matthews

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WHEN I DREAM WELLBy David Matthews When I Dream Well Her head held as if she were posingnow for Renoir, yesterday Rodin,her face I knowfrom when I dream wellchance encounters on grand boulevardswhere peacocks admire themselvesin...