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DISTANT BY MICHEL KRUG

Walked into the Griffith observatory where distant universes can be seen whirling like spinners in the wind, one after another, flora and fauna debated, except in sci-fi and the unidentified flying objections to exclusivity...

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ORDINARY BY MICHEL KRUG

is story begins without any past, unaware of the desires and fears that were implanted like chips. Waking up on vacation with credits to his name and a rental to ignite. An ordinary man in this 21st recorded inning. Exquisite...

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ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE BY MICHEL KRUG

Splenda tricks his tongue While sipping coffee to energize A brain trained by Netflix To obsess over the serial motivation Of the bearded man in a business suit With a white sunscreen painted face Shopping at Target for a...

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I DREAM BY JACK MEACHAM

     of a graceful dance    a spinning twisting headlong flight a slow motion three-bank shot through the well-lit rotundas  of societies meeting places   glowing, held aloft by each    sudden, envious glance     when desire...

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FOUR NOCTURNES BY J.T. WHITEHEAD

NOCTURNE NO. 174 I think about my boys. They are boy souls inside boy bodies. They are boy bodies inside boy costumes, on Halloween, and they are Ghosts. I wonder that this Night is their union. *** NOCTURNE NO. 175 Old folks...

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FOUR HAIKU BY JENNIFER GURNEY

i it falls too soon that darkness-hush winter evening *** ii late night talking sharing our souls sleepover *** iii when the waves slow down and the ocean rests– evening *** iv setting the table touching the bruise one...

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I KNEW YOU WHEN. . .BY HARDY COLEMAN

Takoma, Washington Autumnal Equinox, 2009 I’ve been told that Pegasus           is a winged horse who flies across the eastern sky           much the same as time has dragged its weight between us. I have also been told  ...

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THE BIBLE TODAY BY HARDY COLEMAN

for Marga says so many different things than it did when you were young. It’s like when you played dress-up, pouring your skinny self into your mother’s clothes and carried her purse, change rattling inside, and went...

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FOR TIM YOUNG BY HARDY COLEMAN

That celebrated lush, Hafiz, proclaimed that beauty was something that even the most perceptive eye could not perceive. Yet even now, with cataracts and bifocals, as I watch my wife breathing, asleep, I see that I, fumbling...

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ACROSS THE LAKE BY KERRY MCKAY

I was eleven when the ice held me like a raft. Rather than dimming over the years, the memory of that winter morning remains vivid. While my visceral response to the memory lies dormant on good days, when it’s a similar New...

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WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM? BY ANITA BUSHELL

Faulkner contacted Chandler who said he had no idea. The screenwriting team for Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep (1946), writers William Faulkner, Leigh Brackett and Jules Furthman, as well as director Howard Hawks, had been...

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