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JUST ANOTHER BANK JOB BY HOLLY DUNLEA

There may have been flowers–impatiens or roses–flowers with welcoming colors. I don’t remember. Memory is painted grey because color didn’t stop my appraisal of their foreclosure. I entered the drive and listened as...

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I LIVE FOR THE HUNT BY ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA

I live for the hunt chasing dreams racing goals. Blue haze, orange desires never knowing the wherefore. My fingers curl around the sun pulling down fire from the sky. Burning, blinding grail of life. I seek green youth of dawn....

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CORONA BY VAISHALI RANSING

Lockdown is known to me from my birth. Since I came, I never opened the door on my own. So, I have no fear about it. I have a habit of being locked down. Quarantine is known to me from my birth. Since I came, they treated me...

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REMAINING BY TERRY S. JOHNSON

Soon you will be gone. Not an airport good-bye, you off to a European concert, sheet music in your satchel, university sticker worn beyond recognition. Not an overnight to a piano master class, not even a short trip to the...

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HOW MUCH WE DO FORGET BY TERRY S. JOHNSON

How much we do forget past deeds, those thousand little deaths. Too painful to remember each, we sculpture shibboleths, subtract hard syllables, eschew harsh words, the burden of regret. Invent mere slogans, mottos, only...

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GRACE BAY VILLANELLE BY TERRY S. JOHNSON

Emerging waves against a shore must break defined by wind and distance to the moon while humans meander a mysterious fate. Our unmapped lives a challenge to navigate through snowstorm, earthquake and typhoon. Rising waves...

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WHAT THE CROW DOES BY LINDA TROTT DICKMAN

Researchers in Seattle revealed last year that captured crows remember the face of their abductor ~ Megan Gannon You threw the list out the window. The list I needed to complete the job. The Plymouth Polara complained. I didn’t...

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A Scout’s Own By Linda Trott Dickman

We need one another, So I will defend, Each man as my brother, Each man as my friend. ~ A. Kramer*, J. Whitney* We islands, gathered ‘round the campfire; a fire we built, a scene we set, a ceremony called A Scout’s Own. We sang...

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PYTHON BY ELIZABETH MORSE

Still recovering from Long COVID, Anne pushes her walker down the hall. Once ill, she became unsteady on her feet. She has on a floral print dress in a style she has always liked. Aiden, her son, has brought Starbucks and waits...

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IN A PANDEMIC TIME BY MARIO DUARTE

In your front yard, rain taps each pink magnolia petal swaying in the chill breeze. You count between the drops, like the trickle of our time, hoping to avoid thought. Your hand brushes your hair. Will teaspoons of sunlight...

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