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RIGHTEOUSNESS OR REASON BY XINGYU JI

Once upon a mid-summer morning, sun illuminating a path to distant destiny, two man set wandering. One enshrined in gown of radiant righteousness, the other in toga of deductive reason, treading, fastening unaccountable...

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WHAT COULD I KNOW BY XINGYU JI

So much depends upon the imagist poems senseless white chickens lustless wheel barrows ambiguous meta -phors cacophonous ver -’erse Yet they thrive, Economy of language with eight lines despite; Pulses of whims fleet through...

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GARDEN BY JIM RICHARDSON

broken piece of beetle’s back wedged in mandibles baffled ant can’t shift contrary edges into the den the words pile around the den of your ears beloved

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ACHE BY JIM RICHARDSON

did your atoms jump ship when we held hands because I can feel a ricochet in my heart                          b o u n c e      a r o u n d      the      e m p t y      s p a c e                                                  ...

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DFW by Dean Z. Douthat

I change planes at DFW (Dallas-Fort Worth). Last time I came to Dallas was that November Friday. Then, it was modest, utilitarian Love Field. Now, DFW is a vacuous tomb, a secular temple to all things modern. Curving hallways...

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THE MUSIC PLAYS BY CHUCK KRAMER

The music plays and the years fold back like the pages of a book and people come alive from the days when I was a different person. Gayl, with her Oklahoma cowgirl shout and her divinity deacon husband, lost in his books, while...

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THE WHISPERS BY CHUCK KRAMER

We all hear the whispers, that voice in your head telling you what to do, what not to do, reminding you of the wrong you did and the wrong done to you. You think you’re standing on your own two feet but the voices are always...

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PRAYER IN THE AIR BY CHUCK KRAMER

With his feet firmly on the ground of the studio sanctuary, the Reverend closes his eyes, lifts his arms, and says, “Let us pray for a world that turns to the Lord, our God, who can save us from the evils of sin! And may God...

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THE UNKNOWN BY JUDITH BADER JONES

My mother stares into ceiling tiles above her hospital bed. Her chin quivers inside an oxygen-mask. Death glazes her gray eyes, past space and time in search of an exit. She exhales. My mouth opens to catch warmth released. Each...

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