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WORD by Patrick T. Reardon
WORDby Patrick T. Reardon
Make
In summer, the father grilled hot dogswith his white t-shirt off, skin burning.
In fall, he tolled novenas.
LIFE, INTERRUPTED by Roseanne Morales
LIFE, INTERRUPTEDby Roseanne Morales
Life, Interrupted
A growing sensation never there,a dream you woke up from, wonderingdid it even happen, in another life,perhaps another death never...
LAUDA XV by Jacapone da Todi, translated by Ted Witham
LAUDA XVBy Jacapone da TodiTranslated from the Umbrian by Ted Witham
Pursue poverty, and peace will reign over all:with poverty life is secure, No fear from thieves or thunder squall.Poverty...
FRANCIS SEAL OF LOVE by Vittoria Colonna, translated by Ted Witham
FRANCIS SEAL OF LOVEBy Vittoria ColonnaTranslated by Ted Witham Jesus presses wax to the living flesh Blazes wounds, seals in love, Lover's heat. Marks on Francis a true image, so fresh with love, Francis celebrates: replete. When he gripped you and gave to you his fire, and virtue itself, all of you was made whole. Now among...
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RAPID MOVEMENT by Patrick Hurley
RAPID MOVEMENTby Patrick Hurley
Selections from “Variation” (Part Two of Quartet)
sequential fantasy bendssheets of lightinto cylinders––veinsarteriescapillaries
the waxing and waningof pressure feltlike forces...
PROFIT by Dr. Nathanael O’Reilly
PROFITby Nathanael O’Reilly
The Third of July
On the corner of Prairie Dunesand Spyglass sixteen miniatureAmerican flags line the path
to the police...
LAMP LIGHT by Craig Kennedy
LAMP LIGHTby Craig Kennedy
Neighbors I Have Known
Robbiewho never held a job but didn’t discuss it with meTommywho wanted to write a bookAdrianwho chased birds...
COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSE by Jan Little
COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSEby Jan Little
Could a Lover Love My Muse?
My muse mocks my left-brained worldWith its trudging logical meetingDaily objectives on...
HIBLER by Matt Stevenson
HIBLERby Matt Stevenson
The Dead Men
Somewhere in Michigan there’s a few hundredmen buried in the woods. Some with theirheads shot off; others have just lost...
DOOR AJAR by Fabrice Poussin
DOOR AJARby Fabrice Poussin Door AjarLosing direction I sighed againmade of what he imagined in a late nightlittle me at dawn in the river of torrentialpassions cooled to the icy granite rock.I plunged...
