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    OF SCRIBBLING by Korkut Onaran

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    THE SECOND DAY OFTHE SECOND DECADE The sun reappearsfrom behind the cloudsbeamijg into the narrow opening along the horizonto shine for a little whileon the face of the city.Then...

    TAKE TEN by LG Pomerleau

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    How We See “No telescope is more powerful than the prejudice of the person looking through it.”Kevin Ashton, How To Fly A Horse, 2015 The spider...

    THE FROGS OF SUN YAT SEN UNIVERSITY by Miodrag Kojadinovic

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    Among the Lotophagoi I ate lotus, (Full) Moon cakes,and yet the memory loss was onlythe expected fatigue of carbohydrate cells.Southern China was not Ogygia, what with the palms,mangos and...

    BASIL by Gigi Guizado

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    Heart-shaped Vase If my fragile heart should break,fill my ventricles with flowers;like bud vases for roses and peonies.That would please me. If my swollen heart should...

    CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar

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    Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind, Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers,...

    MAPLE by Van Anderson

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    Birthday I was a gift to mother years ago,seventy-four, to be exact, and sheturned thirty-five the day that I was born.We keep close track and number years becausewe are...

    NARCISSISM by W. Colin McKay

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    BeerHey, Bartender! Over here!I need another beer.I’m trying to write a poemin this crummy barbefore stumbling to my carand heading to a homewhere I’m forced to disappear.Can’t write without a beer.

    SEÑORITA BANTE! by Roseangelina Baptista

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    Bante! Assim te chamei. Entretanto, duvideique pudesses me ensinara arte de abraçar as coisascomo elas vêm para nós. Como o invernodesiste de sina...

    COMING AND GOING by Roger D Anderson

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    The other is curiously appealingbut I have no intention of keeping itnewness fadesand I am not always a foolbut enticement does temptenough for an occasionalwhateverbut nothing morea rock is...

    HOME GROUND by Dale Cottingham

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    A Little History Watching the river in flood,each exhale huffing over the one before,its red, swollen reality waking imagination. Dismembered tree limbs,water logged, sodden, submerging,re-emerging for...