CHARLEY BOND by William Schoedel

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CHARLEY BONDby William Schoedel He came upon me suddenlyBefore I could retreatHis long lean figureWrapped in an abused overlong grey coatWith a shock of nearly pure white hairTumbling from beneathThe confines of a tattered woolen...

THE BODY NEEDS BLOOD by Ruth Niemiec

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The Body Needs Blood My father smoked cigarettes,pack a day,enough to punctuate every sentence with a coughI began to wait for a cough at the end of each sentenceSome were louder than othersThe others were...

SUNSHOWER by Zebulon Huset

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Killing it, Cooking It Friday night the second month of high school—but we weren't thinking about school.It stole hours that we used to spend skating.All summer, every day, all day we were rolling.Curfew didn't lift...

WRITERS’S BLOCK by Bernadette Dickenson

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WRITERS’S BLOCK Words scuttle around the squaremarking the edge of my mindrunning in chaosfrom corner to cornerupstairs and downstairsnot lingering on the landing for restI struggle to put them to pen! Words of exquisite love,darkest despair,desire...

CANTOS SAGRADOSde Manuel de Arriaga

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CANTOS SAGRADOS  de Manuel de Arriaga LIVRO PRIMEIRODEUS E A ALMA I O QUE EU VI Sahi um dia a contemplar o mundo,Por vêr quanto ha de bello e quanto brilhaNa multipla e gloriosa maravilha,Que anda suspensa em o...

TEXAS TOWER by Mickey J. Corrigan

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TEXAS TOWER by Mickey J. Corrigan Texas Tower You set your sites onthe highest point in townwith a maximum rangeand full inaccessibilityfor the enemy below.Who is the enemy nowyou wonder as you driveto the university and riseto...

MATTER OF LYING by Terry Brinkman

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Matter of Lying Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying Modality of the bulimic Her sunshade scented of urine flux Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic Cakey sand...

LADY ON A LENS, Poems by William C. Blome

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LADY ON A LENSBy William C. Blome A BLUEBEARD BRIEF LAMENT Roses no sooner get centered in my fireplacethan they send out a fragrance of hesitation,some wispy girl a-stumbling down the staircaseas if it were a...

PARACHUTE by William Ogden Haynes

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The Undead With a tip of the hat to Sam Kinison. I think about Frankenstein, the mummy, zombies, ghosts,vampires, Nosferatu, poltergeists and revenants. All of them died, but somehow became undead. They haunt our dreamsand waking hours...

FISHING LOCK NESS By Sam James

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FISHING LOCK NESSBy Samuel W. James  Fishing Loch Ness the stones are cool grey or hairy brown;the water barely darkens themfor yards and yards out we argue about how deep it is,though it could certainly hide a...