TRANSCRIPT by Mark Young

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TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young A line from Ada Lovelace (2) The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso. DoI need to spell out my grand- father spends a lot...

SOME NIGHTS by Dianne Moritz

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SOME NIGHTSBy Dianne Moritz SIX Teasing the dogBack behindThe chicken yardTo distract myselfFrom loneliness,Stench of the farm,Uncle’s mongrel seizedMy thin wrist and bit.My cries were smotheredIn boozy serves-you-rights,While blood spilled,Staining my summer smock.Aunie brought me milkStraight...

BARE HYMN by Seth Jani

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BARE HYMNBy Seth Jani  Mountain Pass I erased myself so I could learnThe inner life of things.This river has a name,But it’s not the one we give it.The grass blades are silentBut they voice the summer...

GOLEM by Leslie Philibert

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GOLEMBy Leslie Philibert    Lemons for Klarafor Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut tough and half eternalthe lemon tree growscool and silent;this makes you remain.      Golem unholy earth, dark with stein,unformed...

FORGIVENESS WEARS NO CROWN by Richard Weaver

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FORGIVENESS WEARS NO CROWNBy Richard Weaver Winter Solstice: A Sermon The moon shifts its fixed position.What it has done for whatever reasonits shadows are left behindand a question remains:should math determinewhat rises unfathomed?Beyond number? Past silence?Meantime,...

LUNAE LUMEN by Sara Pridmore Bailey

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LUNAE LUMENBy Sara Pridmore Bailey  Vix Satis The world is made of broken pieces:Broken bodies, broken minds,Broken spirits, broken dreams.Collect all the pieces.Take your timePutting it all back together.The cracks will always be there.Some wounds never...

BRAVO OU MANSO de Pierre Sotér

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BRAVO OU MANSOde Pierre Sotér     Full MoonOctober third, two thousand seventeen,the air is fresh and clean, the Moon is full,I look at it, I’d like to fill its pullwhile I see it’s light as I’ve...

ON THE SANDS OF LIDO by Bob Varghese

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ON THE SANDS OF LIDOBy B. A. Varghese Knowing It was enoughknowing he was therehis presence like an army of giantsbaritone voices encouragingalong the battle linestrong hands behind meguarding guidingplunging me forward to my future manyet...

MORE by Chris Fields

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MOREBy Christopher Fields      More                                                                                                             Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more.  I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid truths beneath.I...