Lawrence Upton

Love, making delicious it’s particularly nice natural, and ghoulish   intensity of sun comforting   smooth feeling soothed, ideal   smelling that which evaporates   nose and eyes apply frequently good-looking and sweet conventional and rubbing it in   but…

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Lana Bella

INTERRUPTURE   Sometimes a single boat turns to hush, when the thundering sea lurches from daring to dread, like a lone muezzin's contralto intoning at solitary closed vowels. Mnemonic, disembodied inside the sky between foreground and background, where miasma would have sped sepia through, the naked moon orbits silent inside…

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Ian C. Smith

Borne Back   Driven through time to my old area, the day splendid, unlike movie funeral weather, an observation Jane would have appreciated, I gaze at sere paddocks, towards mountains, picture my former home, the huge bird’s nest fern now…

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Gale Acuff

Work in Progress   It’s the same poem that I wrote last night but it’s better. Honestly. You should have seen last night’s draft. Ugh. And I’ll write it again --but better still--tomorrow night. If I could live forever this…

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Donal Mahoney

Love Is Another Thing   Sitting at the table spinning the creamer running her fingers through sugar the kids spilled at supper, Sue   suddenly says, “Don, love is another thing.” Since love is another thing I have to go…

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Chris McDermott

Cycling to work on a winter morning The hour is dark and the dawn still drowsy beneath the dim lit rim of the world, weary with waiting for the stinting short light of winter. The crisp, clear sky still scored…

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Antony Johae

Collocative Conundrum                                                       With my yellow pencil I draw a rainy tail upon a bushy hill frothing with fierce flowers.   I tell a steep story about an exciting lion basking in sharp water dallying in the deep day.  …

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Sanjeev Sethi

GAP . My fortunes of a fugleman aren’t mine. I follow you with ferocity accredited to canines. You crawl lines of sand on my being. Is it mixed with stickum? . I move from pole to pole. Internal antiphonies urge…

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Peter Stewart

This is a security announcement . Please do not leave Bags unattended Bags left unattended May be removed Without warning Or destroyed Or damaged By the security services. . Bags left unattended May be sequestered And kept in a dark…

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