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SINGING BY LORRAINE JEFFERY

(A pantoum) We hear the beat of new life’s drum, when grass and flowers rise like dough. Beauty sings when the heart is dumb, after sackcloth silence of snow. The grass and flowers rise like dough, spring paints with many colors...

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IN TIME BY LORRAINE JEFFERY

Holding hands           running through alfalfa           feet squishing in the mud. Sharing laughter           stories, friends, secret           hopes, and blood. Money was the scalpel           that drew the cutting line.    ...

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TALMADGE TERRACE BY DOUGLAS COLE

Cruising along the canyon ridge the wind looks into bungalows and through the eyes of children going to school in yellow vans through razor wire electrified. But in the barren outer-city zone the survivalists horde explosives...

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OUT IN THE OCEAN BY CARLA JOY MARTIN

Charging through the crashing surf, I head out beyond the breakers, where the ocean serenely throbs, lifts me up until my toes barely touch the sand, pulls me ever southward along the shore, riptide ceaselessly tugging. I bob up...

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THE WOODS DECAY AND FALL BY ALEC SOLOMITA

I went out to buy jeans for the first time in five years. My usual size turned out to be too long for me. Apparently, in my seventies, I shrank at least an inch, so I’m folding up the cuffs of my new trousers. Tithonus in Calvin...

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AUTUMN PRELUDE BY KATHRYN BONNEZ

Years from now in late September you’ll notice the cabbage moths flitting over your fading garden. You’ll be tired of summer’s shimmer turning instead toward the muted light – champagne sky tinged with pink – sun satisfied with...

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SUSPENSION BY KATHRYN BONNEZ

Mute midnight, winter’s blade – earth’s shadow creeps across the cold wolf moon until swallowing her whole. Next morning’s miracle sparkles like a prism under cobalt skies: frigid trickle of bleeding icicle – crystal tear,...

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PLAY ME A MEMORY BY C.W. SPOONER

I put down the book I was reading and watched my bride moving around the kitchen of the tiny apartment, getting ready to put dinner on the table. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, loud enough for her to hear. She turned to me, held my...

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