Vincent O’Connor Unpredictable violence has taught me to flinch at the gentlest touch of caring. Vincent O’Connor plays with computers for a living but writes for life.
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Poems
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H. Edgar Hix “Zen Map”
H. Edgar Hix Zen Map Leafless ivy on a brick wall: A map pointing everywhere and nowhere. H. Edgar Hix is a Minnesota poet who believes short and short-short poetry is the ripple of the future of English language poetry and, perhaps, poetry worldwide because English speakers love one-lines of all kinds.
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John Hawkhead “Settled now, I sit…”
John Hawkhead Settled now, I sit under slow drifts of dust, the tick of a clock. John Hawkhead‘s short poems can be found all over the world. His book ‘Small Shadows’ is from Alba Publishing.
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Dawn Corrigan “Invincible Summer”
Dawn Corrigan Invincible Summer On the beach in Zihuatanejo Andy and Red hard at work on their next boat are interrupted when a green Ford drops from the sky carrying two women– dirty, windblown, but very much alive. Dawn Corrigan can’t stop watching the alternate ending of “Thelma & Louise.”
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George Salamon “We’ll Watch Again, Somewhere”
George Salamon We’ll Watch Again, Somewhere After it was all over and the sun and stars had come up and gone down for the last time. we sat down together and decided to wait and watch what was on next. George Salamon hopes that when it comes, it will be as funny as” Dr. Strangelove.” […]
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Steve Klepetar “On the Platform”
Steve Klepetar On the Platform The train was late, so we stood on the platform staring down the track into darkness, and my father said “Don’t wish your life away,” said it with a slight smile, a little joke, a little wisdom I could have for free as I walked down to the far end […]
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Steve Klepetar “From the Undertow”
Steve Klepetar From the Undertow A woman pulls herself from the undertow, half blinded by the sun, for she has struggled a long time against this kind of drowning, learned to float, respect the waves without enmity or fear, learned to empty herself when ocean rumbles beneath a vacant sky, learned to trust her hands […]
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Jon Densford “August Moon”
Jon Densford August Moon The next night the full moon wasn’t full any more, just full of itself and so broiling hot it sweat diamond sweat drops that hung in the sky like melting stars. Jon Densford, of Memphis TN, tried howling at the moon but found out the hard way that the moon don’t […]
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