MY FIRST PET by Duane Anderson

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The Paper Trail I am not competing for a place in history.My name was listed in the newspaperafter being born to let everyone know I had arrived,then report cards came along,rating me from a F...

TRANSCONTINENTAL by Guiseppe Getto

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Transcontinental How do you take it? She says.Clouds have rolled in, drawn thinend to end like cotton pantieson high-tension wire. Below the seaof non-native grasses is Lincoln,then below alkali flats,the lost golden tablets of Joseph...

FOREVER by Adelaide B. Shaw

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A Lover’s Song come to mefor comfort and for warmthcome to me for lovefor friendship and for trustfor understanding and for care come to me for lovefor sunlit days and star filled nightsfor laughter and for...

AMICUS CURIAE IN IGNE by William Pruitt

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Amicus Curiae in Igne Amicus curiae: an individual or organization who is not a party to a legal case, but who is permitted to assist a court by offering information, expertise, or insight that has...

NAKED IN DREAMS by Michael Eaton

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Parting Is Sweet Sorrow she leftanddidn’t leavemuch of herself—a blond hairdropped without care,frayed golden threadon a worn and stained carpet,a cup of coffee,half-filled, unstirred,and a smell lingeringon the morning sheetslike a winter fog lying lightlyover...

THIRD EYE SAGAS by Megan Denese Mealor

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Painting Party at an Indian Buffet I am scumbling a cataract waterfall with underhanded oils,ad-libbing the lilac current and dysmorphic October Glory maple trees.Feeling prolific and pioneering, I fashion a festooned mermaidheadlining shamrock curls, gaudy...

EMPEROR’S CONCERTO by Richard Weaver

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Emperor’s Concerto, Ocean Springs MS, 1943 My blackened windows are part of the coastalwar defense, or so I’ve been told. Even so,this is no room for sleep. Beethoven’s violins race through the open door of night...

A BLESSING by Dayna Lellis

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My Phone Died This silence makes me confrontthe thoughts I’ve tried to represswith an assembly line ofvoices and videos. My Longest Relationship My longest relationship is with myself.To keep the love alive, I need to ask:Are my...

NO BONES ABOUT IT by Ken Holland

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NO BONES ABOUT IT Someone told me that my storywas a story that would be told.But I can’t remember who it wasthat spoke when he spoke so.Or who he said the teller would be.Or if...

ELEANOR’S POEMS by Nardine Sanderson

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Poem one: (Decorum)How bittersweet is sleep, The pillage of the end, where death evades the breath of life, and silence is a friend, for what becomes of us and love, does it last eternity...