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MRI by Jackie Fox It thuds and clanks like tennis shoes in a dryer, only I am the shoe, sour, damp and wedged into the
MRI by Jackie Fox It thuds and clanks like tennis shoes in a dryer, only I am the shoe, sour, damp and wedged into the
Spirit of the Bat by Peggy Shumaker Hair rush, low swoop— so those of us stuck here on earth know—you must be gods. Or friends
Social Butterfly By Christopher Barnes Frowners Department Store Milton Keynes 2056 6251166 £ Head Andy Murray Ti Radical 27” Tennis Racquet 24.99 ——————————————————— To Pay
In Those Years by Adrienne Rich In those years, people will say, we lost track of the meaning of we, of you we found ourselves
My Soul by Reed Posey My Soul My Soul Balloon up under my skin Attacking sharks of sex gas Angel feather touch of crass poesy
The Woman by David Meikeljohn Like the woman who finds work manufacturing prosthetic limbs on an assembly line and enjoys it until losing her right
Eastman by Pat A Physics My peace pipe froze on the way up the hill. The apprehension is plain and the ponies are stultified. Acting
Pinecones in the Green, Green Grass by Amy Poland On Thursdays I mow my parent’s lawn. My mother warns me not to hit pinecones with
Wandering Hermit seeking chapbook length submissions Wandering Hermit Press is now open for contest submissions of chapbook length poetry, fiction and nonfiction manuscripts. You will
Golden by Francisco A. De Icaza Beneath the evening gold, above the golden corn, the mill moves slow its jagged sails. Above the golden corn