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    THE VIRTUE OF LAZINESS by Mark O’Flynn

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    Hand to Mouth As a picture of modern urban povertyit almost breaks your heart.Old Mother Hubbard’s bare boned cupboard,her dog drooling optimistically.What happened to Mr. Hubbard?Down the pub most...

    WAKING UP by Jennifer Novotney

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    Waking Up The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains.

    PEGASUS by Januário Esteves

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    PegasusWhen spring comes and the winged wind brings itthe seeds of life and the boldness of the harbinger of creationthe wonderful sublimation of matrices that healin a cosmic dance provided in the...

    SEXT by Daniel Edward Moore

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    Sext Halfway to midnight& still the need for words to break the dayin two, regardless of how tired the tongueis from digging

    SPIRALS OF SOUND by Lisa Molina

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    Spirals of SoundIIf One of us must dieI hope it is I.When I thought my son with leukemia was dead, I screamed at God,“Take me instead!”The wish still stands inside my head.The...

    SOLACE by Mark Burke

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    SOLACE Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid...

    SYNTHETIC PLANES OF HOPE by Jennifer Silvey

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    Simultaneous PerceptionPixels in 24 bitI stand by the ocean shore,and I went screaming in black and whitewhile glitches danced on my skin.JPEG animations flooding out my kneesthe fluttering of those chatsthose 1997...

    MENACING HEAVEN by Mark J. Mitchell

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    MENACING HEAVEN The sky has swallowed time’s poison. The sky is pressing on empty, mis-colored streets In this city,...

    STORM CINEMATOGRAPHY by Emalise Rose

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    while we’re away lights on the bayflicker twice, then recedeto the crawl space of Summerwinds resonatingthe deep chilled wisconsin And winter will whipwhile we’re away

    TIME by Megan Harrison

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    “time”The hands of the clock move too quicklyAs everything continues to change.Changing from the ideas of simpler timesAnd the constant dream to grow upGrow oldAnd do all that one couldn’t before.As my...