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Bitter Truth

by Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy Like mirages in a dreary desert Illusions, spell-bind our thoughts, Fickle mind gets simply trapped, Till the life’s precious glow gets dim. Reality dawns before the ultimate Drowning you in the mire of gloom. Arise and awake, O youthful hearts Truth looks bitter before unfolding. Let wisdom prevail to liberate […]

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The Solitary Journey

by Chen-ou Liu ahead, two roads diverged in the dim woods the journey was long arriving at the fork once again, I chose the road less traveled déjà vu I walk it fearlessly

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Panopticism

by James Eric Watkins embracing wind encircles the universe swirls the planet consumes my senses panoptically caresses the tall grasses that sway all around me and night lies quietly against my skin “panopticism” was published in Shemomin April of 2008

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Conversation with a Muse

by Kristine Remick The storm driven darkness pulled shadow onto surfaces where the contrasts turned them to art. Ordinary things cast spectral gray shapes on the luncheonette’s friction worn Formica and scratched country patterns. Salt. Pepper. Chrome napkin holder. Thunder rattled the diner as the storm built outside. “What if I did?” The hooded woman […]

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Three Cheesy Lines

My former professor, George Held, inspired these thoughts on the subject of cheese: by Bill Britton Something bold, something phew Something Spenwood, something bleue A palatal mellifluence, an aperçu

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Heart Cracked and Peeling

by Joseph Milosch “I don’t think it’s fair that she’s allowed herself to come down with cancer,” Ronald said, “We’ve only been married two years.” Under the table in a white sleeveless blouse, she rests on her knees and elbows. A 2 inch wide belt, normally worn with her white dress, holds a crushed valentine […]

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Rain, Another View

by Martha Christina Glazing the swan’s back, glistening in early spring sun winter now just a memory.

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Brain Picture

by Michael J. Shepley Winter wind stripped oak, the fine structure of all dark limb and twig left against the turquoise sky like the graph of a brain’s netted veins a picture leaves will soon fill in, and obscure

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Spare Rain

by Diane Payne People ducking beneath wet umbrellas, avoiding the woman’s hand reaching out from the window ledge. “Spare change?” she asks to no one in particular. “Spare rain?” a man laughs running to his car, giving the woman one last look before crawling into the driver’s seat, while the woman remains crouched, filling her […]

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Distance

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

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Liar

by Sally K Lehman Then her words Like a papier mache dragon’s head came slithering from her throat to lie Dormant and Untrusting Between us. Not to be taken back. The grotesque mask not willing to return to its shallow and dim beginnings, They hung, dangling off her chin for the world’s Perusal and Contemplation

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Portrait of Gerald Stern

by Paul Hostovsky There’s a poem in Gerald Stern’s mouth. If you’ve ever gone to see him read you’ve noticed that thing he does with his lips, pursing them, flaring them, wetting them like a pair of water birds come to drink and mate in the middle of his face, preening themselves between the words, […]

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I Always Wake (Grandfather’s story about 1933)

by Joseph Milosch I always wake before my wife. In the morning I reignite the coals in our wood burning range. Galoshes stored beneath the sink. I slide them over my Buster Browns. From pegs behind the kitchen door, I remove my red, plaid, hunting cap and winter coat. Taking the broom, I sweep the […]

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Friday’s Fish Supper

by Joseph D. Milosch I remember the shade of the kitchen light, my mother wearing a green sweater, john’s jean patch on his sleeve, my white sweat shirt, and Dave wanted to fight for his right to wear his red flannel undershirt. Mike laughed as his teeth sliced syllables of his speech. Dan wiped tomato […]

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Summer Haiku – 2013

by Neal Whitman First Day of Summer! Well, it is in the Northern Hemisphere. In the Southern? First Day of Winter. North or South, this is the Solstice from the Latin, sol (sun) and stitum (stop). The sun stopped? Only an illusion, of course. Still, the Solstice is a good day to stop and take […]

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