UNDER THE SUN by Robert Funderburk

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Wives of Nightfall We are theWives of nightfallMaidens of the dark Our lips smooth as oilFeather-soft voicesSpeaking words of lustRobed in garments ofLove Our prey who returnNight upon nightSeem somehow less humanTheir bodies shrinkingTheir eyes unseeingClouded by...

LIFE NEVER STOPS DANCING by Russo Shanidze

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WHO ARE WE? Words matter—Words are powerful—Words can save or immensely damage us. But the question is “Which words do we want to choose to embroiderThe blank sheets that can last for a lifetime?”Before the words...

SEEK A TRUTH THAT HOLDS by Mark Vogel

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Topography of the Historical Map Others napped as the Rocky Mountain Sunday snowdrifted thick while we slow touched, increasinglynaked in the living room, gluing ourselves tight,until together in the spring storm our eyesgrew large living...

AT GOULD FARM by Daniel Senser

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The Garden of Eden There is a song in the wellspring of my being,a rainbow that shines forth from my eyes.Like a child’s tears, it is endless, and from mybreath wafts the scent of the...

IN THE BEWITCHED AVIARY by Pawel Markiewitz

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In the bewitched aviary. The sonnet according to Mr. Shakespeare Helots muse about moony Golden Fleece of the condor. Drudges think of the dreamy eternal dew of the hen. Philosophers ponder on winged fantasy of the crow. Kings ruminate...

I HAVE MISSING PIECES by Nanette Rayman-Rivera

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kaleidoscoping a sun-dressed mare Lest my heart becomes a seagull, soars away—the world is a cold country—lest my heart effervesces in pyrogenic fever, leaving my body unlike a lamb, but a naïve bull running from...

FOREVER AUGUST by Linda Barrett

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Forever August We hate to see August drain awayLike the grains of goldFleeing from a dying miner’s handFrom an old movie.We want to remember theLush, emerald-green of the vegetationWhich surrounds us.Like a sweet-smelling cocoon.My nose...

THE DAY THE MACHINES CAME by John Linstrom

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The Day the Machines Came We said, finally, here is some helpand for cheap. Somewhere someonehad dug the graves of a bygone age and turned up the muck to racketthe tractor to life. We thirsted,had no...

KILNS FANTASTIQUE by T.J. Masluk

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KILNS FANTASTIQUE for J. G. Verne Neath the kilnsof Coplay,one mile deep, adrift through cavernsof twinkling aquamarine. Rooms untouched,musty cold, gurgling streams teemedwith finned marmalade, shrooms golden brownlike altar bread, opening worldswithin worlds. T. J. Masluk, poet and writer, has work appearing in...

TRICKSTER by Kiara Letcher

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There’s a fly in my champagne coupethe door is locked from the wrong side Freshly squeezed stars and glitter all over the floorfreshly squeezed heart vessels and vermillion all over the groundI once read that...