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IN THE CONCRETE BY S. D. DILLON

1. Valued founders & natives, Houses resort To decay At the side of the road in back of the lake. 2. With proper frontage east of Beaufait Eleven historical columns Unfold printed documents. 3. The lament of strangers as...

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ABOUT PROPHECIES BY RICHARD ERIC JOHNSON

sow seeds to harvest grapes for wine reap the wheat erect altar and temple hallow horn of ram blow mournful tone through valley over hill river current tides of sea bow in prayer kiss my IOU Richard Eric Johnson lives and writes...

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CAPITOL BLUES BY ARTHUR GINSBERG

One craves a rare Kobe steak after months of nothing but smoke, maybe an artichoke and fat gutterings from the broiler. Where have the birds gone? It’s time for the crows to open their beaks and scream bloody murder. The moles...

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SEASCAPE BY ARTHUR GINSBERG

Drifting and drifting far from latitudes of kindness, humanity’s flotillas languish in the doldrums of contempt. Hulls are breached, the drowning search for salvation desperate as castaways clinging to the Raft of the Medusa....

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MRS. GIANNINI BY MIKE REIS

Last night, I dreamt the banjo clock stopped And the expansion trivet slapped itself shut in the kitchen. Wednesdays, he still works in the store beside me. He sets out candy and takes the pennies from the Kiddies’ Bulls Eye...

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FLYCATCHER BY DICK ALTMAN

Two small asteroids pass earth safely this week – NASA headline She stalks them for a living. Even if she lives a hundred lifetimes, she knows it’s unlikely she’ll ever see one target earth. NASA’s chief flycatcher, she jokes to...

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IONA’S WAY BY DICK ALTMAN

She epitomizes entropy. Disorder makes her happy. She may not be conscious that it makes her happy. It may be all in my mind. She bites a hole in the Italian leather sofa. The bite is joy. The hole merely consequence. I can’t...

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ON THIN PECOS ICE BY DICK ALTMAN

Partially glazed, the frozen river supports the two of them, a youngish six-three Luke, a younger five-eleven Beth. Ten years ago you might have called your lambs to you. Now I watch you watch them at a distance. Calmly, even...

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