SHROUD FOR A SOUL by María Agustina Pardini

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SHROUD FOR A SOULby María Agustina Pardini Shroud For A Soul His soul shrieked atThe touch of the cold iron bars,Confined, existing in vain,Sentenced, living in pain.Elated by a diurnal shaft of light,Soon to be dismissed...

DOOR AJAR by Fabrice Poussin

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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 again Olympian...

BIG TIME by Dave Nielsen

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BIG TIMEby Dave Nielsen Time’s Up To see how beautiful a single rock is,to put one in one’s yardby crane, by a teamof workers.The beginning of time—set off by a flowerbed!Look at the children next to...

TRANSCRIPT by Mark Young

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TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young A line from Ada Lovelace (2) The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso. DoI need to spell out my grand- father spends a lot...

BIRTHING A POEM by Emalisa Rose

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Birthing a poem Two on the high wirein exchanging of songery. They’re rising the sky withthe voice of the ancients, inthis ritual reverie. He bows and she curtseysthrough the cloud’s choreography. Somehow, this Saturdayon the wings of the...

ALABASTER POLISH by Terry Brinkman

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Alabaster Polish Short admonition ableSpiritual like purity abolishBeautiful veined alabaster polishDeliberate lie whit cableLady her self-setting the tableUnmistakably evidenced demolishedWoman’s softly feathered face polishedGentle a high degree of fable Sonnet CDXXXII Mingling error remembered by chiefShe likes...

OPEN BOOK by Dominique Williams

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OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams The Consequences of a Dream A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell Memories revealed as an abandoned home;It’s paint and wallpaper peeling off...

ANGEL OF BRIDGEPORT by Linda Barrett

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Angel of Bridgeport The County called me up For Jury Duty I had to report on the 27th To make sure I got there By 8:15 A.M. I took a drive up there Mother in tow. The Map Quest’s directions Confused me Driving is...

HALF IRON, HALF OAK By Simon Perchik

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HALF IRON, HALF OAKBy Simon Perchik  *Half iron, half oak, the bedall night honed on what went wrong–it’s an axe, striking upside down though you sleep facing northside by side an empty dressshaped into bulls and...

THE ASIAN SHOPKEEPER By Kay Merkel Boruff

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THE ASIAN SHOPKEEPERBy Kay Merkel Boruff  The Asian Shopkeeper My eyes adjust to the darkness,a darkness crowded with antiques splayed in discord.Candles silhouette artists’ legacies rendered as torn war offerings.Lệy allows me to wander, willing me...