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    LIFE, INTERRUPTED by Roseanne Morales

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    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...

    BOX SPRING ORACLE – Poems by Kathryn Gesser

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    BOX SPRING ORACLEPoems by Kathryn Gesser The Invention of Loneliness End of summerI saw youthrough sleepless eyes,could only speakin hushed pastel tones.Under thick bass notesand static...

    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky

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    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL I wander through carpets of heather and primrose leaving behind a discordant arena my salve is found locked in this garden where a single flower can restore the soul no strife present in this cloister...

    THE SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET ABOUT MY DOG by Pawel Markiewicz

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    Ephrastic poetry Picture of Abraham Hulk The dreamery inshore A dreamed ship has gone agroundat the most marvelous...

    BLUE FOX SEATS by Terry Brinkman

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    Alabaster Breast Milk Ilk Horns Dragon-Lilies Zodiac redemptionIrish wine Brandy sniffer graceShe’ll be back in a flashLimp as a wet rag looking at her facePollenate paraphernalia paper trashAlabaster Breast...

    SAVE FACE by Marissa Lucatorto

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    SAVE FACEby Marissa Lucatorto YouYouYou who invade my dreamsAttack my mindEnrage my spiritYouWho comes to meWhen it is darkWhen no one else is aroundWhen everything is quiet, silent, stillYouWho...

    MORNINGS by Alan Massey

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    This Man He takes aluminum cans from the neighbor’s trash, limps off and walks his bikedown this late morning road, down to the next homewhere he hunches down into...

    WHY by Dave Clark

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    Why Why. Who is better off at their final breath? I cry out. Why? I get no answer. There has to be an answer for this. Surely some reason, Some purpose. But what answer Would leave me feeling okay About their demise? What answer would satisfy? Why. I’m...

    IT’S THAT KIND OF DARK by Kate LaDew

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    IT’S THAT KIND OF DARKby Kate LaDew  it’s that kind of dark exactly like in those silent films, when the man tenderly puts his arm around...

    NORTHERN ISLET by Danielle Hanson

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    NORTHERN ISLETby Danielle Hanson Northern Islet All the saints here are made of stone,eternal life mocked by their crumbling.I pick up the stones and swallow them...