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    DEAR HERON by Danielle Hanson

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    DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson Dear Heron You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my...

    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...

    THE BICYCLE by Mark Jamieson

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    THE BICYCLEby Mark Jamieson Gettysburg Gettysburg, park on the hill.Elevator to fourth floor.Riding boots. Walk to supper,Across the street and next door.Old tavern, downstairs, bricksAnd candles, a...

    THE ARENA by Doug Bolling

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    THE ARENAby Doug Bolling Once More Summer of 2018  along the Gulf.Our journeys toward an undecidedFar off but strangely near.The quickening winds from the south,Touch of...

    SOFTLY ABOVE by Roger Singer

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    SOFTLY ABOVE the last clouds of dayare rooms overthe ocean,curtains of moisturereabsorbed,exposing aa carpet of stars,glistening sweetnessnourished by angelsas we trespassbeneath heaven WET

    CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar

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    Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind, Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers,...

    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

    THE FORREST by Omar Alexandre

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    THE FORRESTBy Omar Alexandre you can look and you can touch a guy gave me head todayand my next door neighbor saw us

    CREATE A PLAYLIST FOR THE PERSON YOU USED TO BE by Jess Burnquist

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    Create a Playlist for the Person You Used to Be It’s important to do this aloneon a partially cloudy day whennostalgia seeps its lightthough blinds in thinslices of bright...

    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...