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CARGO CHOREOGRAPHER BY TRACY AHRENS

when curtain rises the cargo choreographer, perched on four-ton steel steed executes his performance. he launches unleashing a shrink-wrap lasso, binding boxes branded with a sticker slap. massive serving fork slides into a pine...

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LAST LULLABY BY TRACY AHRENS

wood veins on ivory sky, back-lit by moon, up-lit by snow. two owls perched, juxtaposed on limbs, whispering to wake you from tormented sleep. we sat on the floor, embracing bare, mesmerized by their duet. you asked me to send...

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TO MR. GEORGE FLOYD

I don’t know what you were thinking as your life was painfully slipping away. I hope and pray the unjust suffering that robbed all who loved you of all that was you suddenly and forever shrank to a fleeting memory. Lost in the...

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THE VANISHED BY DAVID COY

“Beautiful,” I think as I pick it up in the desert, a rib with the sharpened edge of a knife. Not a smidgeon of flesh or meat stuck to it, just the smooth, wind-polished bone pure as a chip of ice melting to nothing in this...

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THE TRIP HOME BY DAVID COY

All day I drove through Arkansas on curved roads until I felt I was circling home. I arrived, at last, at evening to a bulls-eye in the Ozarks, to a house with pond and meadow, shed, cellar and garden–this place of Mother...

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DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR BY YONATHAN ASEFAW

My hair isn’t meant to be touched! It isn’t meant to be played with on the outside, it is meant to be celebrated. And really now is the time to be happy for I got my little Afro hair and really it is when I decided to comb it...

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BEACH TRIP BY GERALD KAMENS

Walking to the door, Constantine turns back to Bart. “Found this letter, going through Barbara’s things. In an unmarked envelope. I guess it was to a lover.” Bart’s clients sometimes did that, when the session was practically...

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AGAIN IN AUTUMN BY MICHAEL CARRINO

It’s woodsmoke scent Freya. I cannot resist wondering if you still live in Montreal content with all the harsh winters, long, yet suitable. I cannot help wanting you living pacific – Carmel or Kyoto. But now a chill breeze...

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BRISTLECONE PINES BY MICHAEL CARRINO

-They have the look of survivors, not conquerors Alex Ross They must be the oldest trees on earth. Found on the eastern slopes of California’s White Mountains, also along the Wasatch range in Utah, everywhere contorted and...

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