TOP OF THE CYCLONE by Lenny Lewis

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TOP OF THE CYCLONEby Lenny Lewis                                                    TOP OF THE CYCLONE                                              Fourteen years in the system                                             is no fun. Said Good-bye to Comstock                                             didn't look back. Rode the bus                                             to Port Authority. Walked the Deuce                                            ...

BORROW by Mike Li

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BORROWby Mike Yunxuan Li  BorrowMike is not my name,I told you.I borrowed it from Bibleto roam the land of Uncle Sam.It’s my tuxedo and pasta,a manbehind which the I hid and ate,slept, woke and educated.Shame...

THIS IS MY EVENING by Diarmuid ó Maolalai

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THIS IS MY EVENINGby Diarmuid ó Maolalai Israel and Palestine. I had put the goldfishin a small tank by the windowand had named them(some joke)Israel and Palestine.they didn't know the joke.they lived togetheras good a life...

AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POET – By Michael T. Smith

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AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POETBy Michael T. Smith Afterword: Or, the Amateur Poet                 You thought you gripped the futureWhen you only brushed the dust from your handsand pinched earth's prurient cheekLike that of a chubby,...

TOURNIQUET HEART by John Sweet

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tourniquet heart early morning coldspring sunlight yr sisterdragged through town by yrmother’s boyfriend and one of themlaughing and one of themwounded shadows of silent buildings anddying trees and you were15 when you escaped i was 22 when...

SUMMER NEVER DIES – By Michael Jerry Tupa

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SUMMER NEVER DIESBy Michael Jerry Tupa July Comes Only OnceHe lies transfixed in his bed,"Close to you,"sun's shadow paints a pattern on the opposite wall,summertime, no school, no homework,voice like an angel -- amplified by...

OUT IN THE DISTANCE by Holly Day

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OUT IN THE DISTANCEBy Holly Day Spring ice melts in noisy rivuletsresumes descent on muddy river banks poking its greasy snout out of the watera bullhead lumbers out of torpor, floats to the surface frightens newly-hatched crawfish and...

NOTHING LEFT TO SAY by George Freek

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NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen) A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches for carrion,hovering above my head.I walk the lake shore alone.I...