Lois Christie Light You arrive without story like train tracks under new snow. Lois Christie lives in Glasgow.
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Dale Wisely
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Charles Thielman: “Her Tea Steeping”
Charles Thielman Her Tea Steeping A moth ticks on the screen between lit kitchen and first wren, reds and yellows burning across sky. Born and raised in Charleston, S.C., moved to Chicago, educated at red-bricked universities and on city streets, Charles Thielman was married on a Kauai beach and is now a loving grandfather for five free […]
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Steven Crimaldi: Untitled
Steven Crimaldi If you ever want to be drained of all hope travel to Las Vegas for the weekend, where Thomas Jefferson would fight to take his idea back and leave the pursuit of happiness to another nation, not ours. Steven Crimaldi was born in Brooklyn, now lives in Boston, where he’s closer to the […]
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Vince O’Connor: “Applause”
Vince O’Connor Applause In the quiet eventide I spend my last moments awake encircled in your arms listening to my blood’s applause. Vince O’Connor (http://vinceoconnor.com/) plays with computers for a living, but writes for life.
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John Grey: “Respite”
John Grey Respite Even if sanity is the flush of light each morning the dark is still to be continued. John Grey is an Australian born, US resident poet.
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C.R. Harper: “The Promising Rain”
C.R. Harper The Promising Rain I watch outside, the reflection of your parking lights already spilling down the street, leaving me thinking of this time next year, or the next, when everything will run together again. C.R. Harper hails from the Great Basin Desert.
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Claire Hellar: “Key”
Claire Hellar Key Years ago you took the way your father hit you and you hid it, and so your hands pray on the keyboard in the dark. Claire Hellar grew up on a tropical island, paints her apartments teal, and has been published in Linebreak, Blue Fifth Review, and elsewhere.
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Claire Hellar: “Adagio”
Claire Hellar Adagio This is just to say that I recognize that the world is resonant and that with or without suffering warmth can suddenly abandon us. Claire Hellar grew up on a tropical island, paints her apartments teal, and has been published in Linebreak, Blue Fifth Review, and elsewhere.
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