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A book of poetry in his right hand…

by D.B. Nicely A book of poetry in his right hand, a bottle of whiskey in his left. He lets his back crash into the pale yellow wall, the whiskey sloshing in the bottle, and he allows gravity to ease him down with his jacket rising up, bunching at his shoulders. He is slouched in the corner beside […]

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The Red, White, and Blue

By Joseph Milosch I drove heroin hooked soldiers to the infirmary. These men openly cried, or moaned rocking on the back bench of my pick up. One, with his blond hair parted down the middle, wore glasses with circular blue lenses. The MP’s made him sing “TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME.” His voice split, […]

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Why I Feel How I Do

by Howie Good Because day by day I am less real Because the cemetery half-listens Because the mirror mutters too Because stranded here for now Because the sky is everyone’s Because though poorly patched in places and attracted to the form of a mountain Because like an accidental gunshot Because she says it isn’t raining […]

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Going Outside at Night

by James M. Cox Going Outside at Night After Writing All Day After the rain, boxes of light from the buildings puncture the night sky; they look like kites tethered to the ground. Yellow gleams on the streets glisten. Black bands bind the earth.

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Still

by Paul Hostovsky When there’s nothing to say there is still this to say, still there is this like a birdbath in someone’s yard in your childhood, not your birdbath or your yard and no birds now, or rainwater yet, just this palm, this listening for the rain, this memory of a waiting place made […]

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Naming

by Francine Marie Tolf We have lost our ability to name. We say collateral damage, downsizing, factory farm. Error in judgment. Extraordinary rendition. We say sky, but we don’t mean it. We say antelope, owl, as if these words had power. As if the names of animals hadn’t long fled back into animals, where they […]

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February Trees

by Daryl Muranaka In the morning, the trees surprise me. Pure white blazing with a puff of snow balancing on the tip of each branch the head of an elegant white snake bursting from the unsullied trunk. Everything clean. Everything brilliant in the sun. But beneath the snow we know the wet bark waits to […]

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Writer’s Block

by A.D. Winans I stare into silence Empty space has no vision Restless ghosts eat My words

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Night Shift

by Susan Dion

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I Saw an Incredible Thing

by Joseph Milosch Some catastrophes are better than others; with heroin you die slowly, like a trapper lost in a blizzard. (Dexter) 1971 The door was open and I heard a cricket in the far corner of the tool room. It was the day after we passed the general inspection. In the 187th we were […]

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Lady Fern

by Kristen Howe Small doubled and rounded green leaves, Straw-colored stalks, in red or brown, Spots curved on a horseshoe shaped stem, In midsummer, ripened spots cluster. The stem slightly bent with a curve to my feel, An emblem of fascination to all nature lovers alike, With such profoundness, a symbol of sincerity to others, […]

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Saturday Landscape

by Joseph Milosch Wearing her Saturday babushka, she lifts the lid of the steam iron. Laying his pants in the bed of the table iron, she tugs the cuffs to straighten the crease. After pressing, she lifts them and runs her eye down their crease. Sitting behind her at the table, he disassembles the electrical […]

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and God will wipe away every tear

by Francine Marie Tolf “and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes” At its center, the circle inverts: the food chain collapses, the lion eats straw. Yet tears are not reversed, but are wiped away. So necessary to me, that God who lets tears fall. Who touches a quail’s grief with his own […]

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If I Could Imagine

By Joseph Milosch The decal of a woman is on the red prophylactic machine in a Chula Vista bar. Across its front someone has peeled her away until she appears to have a head wound, partially encased by her undulating hair. The precise manner someone took to cut away this decal has produced a sculptured […]

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Hope: Hope

By Gu Xie 4. Hope Just like a tree in a wind All the wait, is to Greet lifelong greenery Just like roots deep in earth An expanse of pureness in a cloud Will be the beauty they want to look up at All creations always cheer this Rhythm of conviction All human efforts are […]

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