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In lieu of flowers, please wear a Hawaiian shirt to the memorial service. Or a funny t-shirt. Wear sandals with your cargo shorts. From “In Lieu of Flowers” by Jim Breslin Contributors: Jim Breslin,...
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For clarity sake, let’s run the reel back to the late afternoon on a graveled farm road… From “Note to an Earlier Self” by Lowell Jaeger Contributors: Krista Banks, Bailey Bridgewater, Angela Doll...
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“Is it wrong,” she asked, “to wipe my whiskey hands on your jeans?” ~ From “Uncertain Victory” by Larry Duncan Contributors: Larry Duncan, Jeff Fleischer, Adam Lock, Martina Reisz Newberry , Larry...
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And people fell in love and into careers, abusive relationships and dead-end jobs, money, gangs, fame, obscurity… ~ From “New Morning Clothes” by KG Newman Contributors: Shannon L. Bowring , Bill Cole,...
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He slides through the mud, ankle deep, knowing holes can open in this muck where he might sink thigh deep, hip deep, worse. From “Boone’s Farm from a Sprite Bottle” by Ted Bartlett Contributors: Tad...
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Above all the houses, if you look hard, sweetheart, stars are bleeding through the black mesh of the night-sky. From “House of Light” by Domenic Scopa Contributors: Mark Belair, Andrew Bertaina, Perle...
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There is no exit strategy from holy war… From “L. S. M. F. T.” by David E. Poston Madeline Anthes, Gershon Ben-Avraham, AN Block, Michelle Brooks, Jeneanne DeBois, Christina Kapp, Sergio A. Ortiz,...
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We are all waiting to go home, promises made, but not kept. From “Stargazing on Easter Island” by Devon Balwit Contributors: Devon Balwit, Rachel Belth, Alle C. Hall, Jamie Elliott Keith, Blake...
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Mornings I hear the whoosh of cars trucks & buses on the damp windy boulevards From “Living Alone With a One-Eyed Cat” by Mike Faran Contributors: Jane-Rebecca Cannarella, Mike Faran, William A....
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They loved one another to the grave but, with hymn-books for mouths, never once said it, a modesty of equals and never a concern. From “Frank and Johnny” by John Grey Contributors: M. A. Banash,...
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The saddest satisfaction of being loved makes waves rolling over some sensitive hearts. From “Chocolat Toffee” by Gilles Ansiaux Contributors: Gilles Ansiaux, Cheyenne Avila, Redfern Jon Barrett,...
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We argue in an art museum while lesbians in bad suits and hipsters who take themselves too seriously nod at the exhibits around us. From “Man With a Hoe” by Kathleen Latham Contributors: Jamie Beth...
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Open eyes before light can light the cracks in the blinds—the blanket lies low in a dip between their bodies. From “Hooked Up, Hooked On” by Meg Granger Contributors: Aholaah Arzah, Karen DiPrima,...
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There’s still daylight, but it’s raining death in Central Florida & there are these old white men standing On the front steps of schools Holding gold-encrusted bedpans above their heads From “Kids...
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One man show. Paint overlay on paint overlay— white on textured white. A silent scream to not mean anything to anybody From “Gallery-Hop” by Bobby Steve Baker Contributors: Bobby Steve Baker, Ryan...
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all the ways life is interrupted books dropped under couches cold cups of tea filed in bookshelves staring at rooms I have entered with purpose but no longer know why “Life, Interrupted” by Betsy...
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A yellow marigold wanted to talk. She was just a garrulous little flower who couldn’t keep silent. From “A Yellow Marigold” by Ana Vidosavljevic Contributors: Cathy Adams, Karen Boissonneault-Gauthier,...
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I have to tell you of the sound of barred owl just at bedtime, how it seeps through the walls as ghost, how it hangs from ceiling in drips… From “I Need to Talk to You” by Danielle Hanson Contributors:...
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In the beginning, when the rain fell in fat stripes, I knelt in front of an altar of leaves and said your name so many times, it sounded like an incantation. From “Great American Haunt” by Layla...
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What happened originally was that neither of my lousy roommates would wash the dishes like they were supposed to. So I started breaking those dishes, loudly and regularly. From “The Semaphore System”...
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