HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell

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HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell Shoes (Global Warming Version) A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill the trunk so thathe will take the back seat with...

MEDUSA by Andre DeCuir

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MEDUSAby Andre DeCuir When My Father Calls When my father calls, we talk of birds,how the blue jays cannonball,their  large bodies splashingwater out of his birdbaths:old rusty pans found in dumpsnow resting on boardsin the green...

VICTORY PARTY by Ted Millar

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I Accept I've been carrying around questions for the treatment facility in...

LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINED by Richard LeDue

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LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINEDby Richard LeDue Because The Doctor Recommended Walking Noticed a truck parked at your apartment,and wonder if you're seeing someone new. Why do my legs betray me nightly,conspire with restless hands,who miss the fingerprints...

TWILIGHT by Richard Dinges

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TWILIGHTby Richard Dinges, Jr Twilight Shadows hide intwilight, hide inbanality of dimskies cracked byblurred limbs.  Limbssway spasmodicallyin wind's whispers.A judgment of a daythat promised sharp linesbetween light and dark,now slips quietlyover a gray horizon.A judgment recastson...

LATE AT NIGHT by Daniel Senser

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LATE AT NIGHTBy Daniel Senser  Late at Night The clock is drunk and I’m too soberTo sit and listen to it unwind.Each tick and tock of its time pours overLike a wino spilling over the sides.The...

DAY AT THE BEACH by Debbie Richard

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DAY AT THE BEACHBy Debbie Richard LuminescenceExuding brilliance, you step into a roomas an actor steps onto a stage,heads turn, instantly drawn to your smile,the tilt of your head, the gracefulway you carry yourself –an...

THE CANYON by Daniel Senser

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The Canyon Over the course of eons, the flow of water Has shaped the stone, The sharp edges smoothed and rounded By the water’s constant flow. To weep is an honest exclamation, A reclamation of the soul. The rock is old...

FALLEN SEEDS by Donny Barilla

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FALLEN SEEDSBy Donny Barilla     Fallen SeedsSweet juices pooled about the floor of my mouth.I snapped the apples skin and felt the floods slap across my tongue.Pulps sauteed the parchment walls of my throatas I opened...

THE CROSS-TOWN by Eileen Valentino Flaxman

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THE CROSS-TOWNby Eileen Valentino Flaxman    The Cross-Townmakes its way in fits and starts, dayin and day out, from the east side tothe west and the doors hiss and thebrakes screech and people get on andoff,...