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Bottle Fire

by Joseph Milosch “When you can no longer work like a young man, they’ll can you. Go to college. Otherwise you will end up poor and crippled like Butch.” Aunt Joan Nothing could suppress her bitterness when her husband received a fifteen-dollar gift certificate for not missing a day of work in ten years. In […]

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Smog

by Darla Himeles I went out to buy smog today after two years away from my concrete Pacific, my crashing head smelling waves as I landed at the storefront where smog is sold as an eye shadow color. It is not the same as my heavy home horizons, but it is perfect.

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Autumn Haiku

by Neal Whitman Here we start our second cycle of seasonal haiku. I wrote this haiku on September 19 to commemorate the 190th anniversary of the day John Keats wrote To Autumn following his daily constitutional. I went on walk in a pine grove, sat on a log, and this is what came to me. […]

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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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C Is the Broken Circle

by Joseph Milosch C is the broken circle that a man travels when he’s lost in forest. Contemplating his situation, he realizes that under a clear sky, God disappears like the rainbow.

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The Sea. Only the Sea.

by Dretta Grace “The sea. The sea. The sea. Only the sea!” How like the waves To repeat themselves Sifting an abundance Leaving little for hands To carry home The grey On either side Being not quite Ready For a permanent Position The man With sand In his pockets Remembers This And other things Defining […]

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Spring Haiku

by Neal Whitman The Vernal Equinox — This year, a Saturday — 10:32 Pacific Standard Time — In your Time Zone, how about picking that same moment to find a green spot and lie on your back? the breeze a soft kiss house finches lacing the air my sweater a pillow

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Dreams and Prayers

By Joseph Milosch One could see his burning hunger in his shirts, pressed once after washing and once more before wearing to class or on the bandstand. Joseph said, “Books and music are special. They shouldn’t be treated like greeting cards.” The hardest part of college was working at the shipyards, unloading sacks of cement, […]

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Trace

by Barbara Daniels I witness the last snow as it turns to rain. Memory slicks the roadway, the long-washed stains of a dead man. I’m almost lost at the risky crossing. Nothing marks it. Boughs of forsythia leap to light even in rain, even in darkness. Malice shines in splattered ditchwater, also my anger, this […]

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No Heat

by Harold G Grimes III Coldly human a dramatization of heat the noise the gossip the talk the trouble all cheap don’t speak I feel it with my intelligence the horror the nightmare the pain the only real we feel nothing but cold.

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Clay Vessel

by Barbara Brooks Fire’s ember tendered by moss, exposed to air, extinguished by tears. In a Room, I dance with you in light shafts, before drifting to shadow. The door cracks, a current sucks me to dark. Cold air settles, taking me to the floor. I am snagged by a crevice between boards.

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The Houses You See from the Highway

by Paul Hostovsky It’s easy to love them, the shapes of those lives, the little huddled triangles holding each other up on the way into the city, or the ones in the country leaning only on themselves and a silo, head in an elbow on a hill. How beautiful the detached view, how forgivable all […]

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Two Short Poems

by Alice Folkart Date Line The date line is fine with me, just can’t see that far, don’t know where you are, what day or time it is, We just whizz past it. God’s in his Heaven, all’s night on this world. Jet Lag The soul moves at its own pace will not win a […]

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The Way Out

by Paul Hostovsky The way out isn’t under or over or around or even through. It’s with. With is the only way out. In fact, out isn’t the way out either. Out is a misnomer. — Paul Hostovsky’s poetry collection Hurt Into Beauty can be found on Amazon.

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General Inspection

by Joseph D. Milosch Jungle trees walled the sky. The wind was the voice of the dying. It twisted wide leaves in dreams of this Viet Nam veteran. He was in the Army’s drug rehab program. He would help me prepare for a white glove inspection. Dexter took steel wool to the hooks on which […]

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