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DEAR ADAM, BY MICHAEL LEE

How long it’s been The beasts, the fields, the fowl all of which you named; they miss you so flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone. How you must long for it now; taste of my shining pear. For every joy there is a price to be...

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HE KNOWS WHAT HE IS BY MICHAEL LEE

I haven’t spoken to my father since Christmas, when I see him now, a couple hours late with a girl not much older than me, a cocky rotten-toothed smile on his face. This is when I’m supposed to say I hate my father, or love him,...

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ALICE BY MARIANNE LYON

When Alice becomes a guest at tea-party I sneak in too. Hear ridiculous riddles including the famous “Raven like a writing desk”.   But that one in particular makes no sense. Did Stephen King or Poe have a shining answer?  ...

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MOUNTAIN RIVER BY MARIANNE LYON

by the flukiness of the way the waterfall carved long ago river wanders it’s fluid self dances an anxious waltz with rocky shore winds through mountain valley laughs its gurgle over soft-spoken boulders slows to trickle in moon...

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OPPOSITE LIVES BY ABIGAIL LIND HENSON

Columbia, Maryland April 3rd, 2019 11:45 am Jack stood in line, anxiously waiting for his cheesy breadsticks with marinara sauce. It was Wednesday. Cheesy breadsticks were always on Wednesday’s menu. Others complained that the...

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RAVENING BY WALLY SWIST

I felt the initial force of it at 3:00 a.m. when a blast hit the front of the house, sending the windows rattling. All morning the winds   carved up swaths of air in the sky. Their force was Magellanic in magnitude, since what...

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THE VISION: TWO SONNETS BY WALLY SWIST

1. You saw this with eyes closed and spoke it to me— the image hovering there, settling itself within my own mind,   within yours: the tall calla lily standing on its green stem in all its whiteness; and behind it the violet...

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THE LAST ONE BY NINGNING SUN

Tides are getting higher, much higher than before. Water is flowing into the wooden house built on the highest point on this island. He stands in front of the house, murmuring, “I guess it’s the last day.”   He isn’t sad; he is...

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HEAD TRIP BY TIM CLANCY

Twenty miles outside of Eugene, I saw a hitchhiker standing on the side of the McKenzie Highway. He was wearing a faded army field jacket, and he had a small red daypack slung over one shoulder. He looked about as okay as...

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