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    THE KING’S SPEECH by Bernadette Dickenson

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    THE KING’S SPEECH The boat skips over the breaking wavesracing to the sighting of the waterspoutand the waving fin whales diving deep into the sealifting their...

    GOLD TREES by Carrie Magness Radna

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    Gold trees Remembering you,I paint treesthat haunt my dreams—the golden light shines No one can hold ontothe sunset forever,or recapturethe Holy Grail; the...

    THE GIFT THAT FALLS FROM THE SKY by Mikal Wix

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    Absinthe, the Serpent He watched her diefrom the back pew highon absinthe and rye. Her face was bitten twiceby a rattlesnakeheavywith length and scale.

    NEAP SONG by Daniel King

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    Alnitak Kalki will come. Hundreds of years must pass.Kalki will come. We wait. Trapped we crave our son The far stars callLocked in local space Those...

    TO OUTLAST by Michele Parker Randall

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    To Outlast The last cigarette clutched at my fingers, stretchedmy lungs, and drew smoke into me, hide-n-seek- style. It’s been a while; my doctors tell me...

    I PRETEND NOT TO LOVE YOU by Viviana Viviani, Translated by Giuliana Barile, Angela...

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    . Fingo di non amarti by Viviana Viviani Fingo di non amartirispondo tarditi faccio aspettaremi sento scaltrase sbaglio appostail nome dell’altramostro indifferenzadistrazione e assenzadico: “stiamo insiemefinché...

    I WILL BE YOUR HERO by April McDermott

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    "I Will Be Your Hero"Fate gives us all pieces to make a puzzle of our life,They show us our love, our happiness, our strife.I had enough pieces for my own work of...

    TOWN PICNIC by John Grey

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    TOWN PICNIC Stomachs full,time for softball,maybe a splash in the lake,or a wander through the stallswith beer in hand,checking out the artefacts,the honey made by local bees,the fudge.

    THE PAIN OF WINTER by Douglas Polk

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    The Pain of Winter The tips of fingers numb with cold,Pin-pricks, sharp,The pain, bone chilling,Thoughts of boyhood, walking the tree breaks,Hoping to shoot a pheasant, or duck off the...

    MOTHER AND DAUGHTER REGRETS by Linda K. Miller

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    They Came. They Saw. They Left. Driving through the soft rolling hills ofArkansas at 3 AM we saw the speedinglights of a UFO cross the next ridge, hesitate,then flash...