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Black and white cows

by Stephanie Silvia Black and white cows stand knee deep in mud next to egrets Trinidad 2006

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Cleaning Fish

By Joseph Milosch At the cottage located on Base Lake, I stood beside my Grandfather in the wash room. We were cleaning fish, and the room smelled of blood, guts, laundry soap, and air from the swampy land, located to the northwest. He made it look easy as he sliced the perch from its tail […]

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Figures from the Desert

Three Short Poems by Joseph D. Milosch How Warm the Moon How warm the moon resting on our blankets. Moonlight on Her Cheek Moonlight on her cheek what am I to do but steal a kiss. Old Cowboy Flies, dust, campfire, my horse peeing by my bedroll. Blogged with the Flock Browser

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Alabama Sunshine

by Paul Ingrassia Grasshopper lies hidden, then suddenly takes flight; In a field of green: such a little thing – I step lightly, gazing at the sky, tiny silhouettes circling, hawks among the clouds.

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Pebbles

by Rena Lee All their angles they have lost. Eternal friction of sea and sand. Hybrids of water and land. And even in form they are something between a drop and a stone.

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Distance

by Ag Synclair red river desert accipitridae seek food the spoils of war accipitridae

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Klopp Lake Takes the Prize

by Neal Whitman Susurrus of red. Marbled godwits overhead whoosh onto the mud flats. A wind from nowhere. Amazement of avocets fly over. We whisper reverently.

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The Red & the Black

By Joseph Milosch Olive-skinned under bar lights, a woman stands straightening her red shorts. She removes black glass earrings, shows them to me, saying, Apache tears from Utah. She places them on a napkin, turns them into the light. My ex gave them to me, naturally shaped like tears. Picking one up by its gold […]

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The Garden

by Phebe Davidson I watched a hawk stoop hard for prey. The other day I saw him blast a squirrel’s nest, saw the drift and splinters shiver on morning air. I saw the yard empty and heard no sound one long minute, nothing stirred or sang. Then, in that charged space, one raucous jay.

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Of All Things

by Allan Peterson Of all things water needs least, is proof yet here is a morning grey as if awakened in masonry my once vivid dreams now piled aside rusting buttes and mesas the picturesque textbooks of waterwear as when in my writing paper covers rock There is a dog deep in the yard with […]

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Circus

by Salvatore Buttaci Thin long poems Wear tall stilts To keep their heads Above the crowds In someone’s life A tragedy Can make  clowns Out of poems

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Posthumous Poem 95

by Susan Dion When you asked me so many years ago you smiled satisfied saying, no one can get mad at you. How funny, but your green eyes solemnized the moment. Was the Hurricane of `38 a mere drizzle? Laugh with me.

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The Way It Was

by Joseph Milosch It began in the morning one went to the wash room and saw his bud. They exchanged flight duty so that his friend could go to the Bob Hope show. One returned to his hutch had a beer went to the mission review. Afterwards, he drank a cold beer, and as the […]

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A Family Reunion in Florida

aby Joseph Milosch Seven uncles and aunts outlived by seven uncles and aunts. Shadows lighter than their children’s silhouettes.

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The Myth of Sisyphus (Tanka Prose)

by Chen-ou Liu people awake work, eat, and sleep the Mondays of present follow the rhythm of the Sundays in past Blank years in and out. This is daily life. And then the sudden moment of being: the stab of memories, the sting of longings, the slaughter of time. There is no screaming tragedy in […]

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