Al Ortolani Crossing Missouri Aunt Dee calls about mom’s stroke— in the end all tears swaying on the phone lines. Al Ortolani writes and teaches in the Kansas City area where he lives with his wife Sherri.
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Al Ortolani: “Return”
Al Ortolani Return Winter morning— patches of old snow littering the schoolyard, the moonlight crunches below my shoes. Al Ortolani writes and teaches in the Kansas City area where he lives with his wife Sherri.
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Al Ortolani: “Crow Flight on Tuesday:
Al Ortolani Crow Flight on Tuesday Who knows the way a crow might feel, if in flying through mist, he keeps finding Kansas unfolding to Kansas— all cloud all rain all crow? Al Ortolani writes and teaches in the Kansas City area where he lives with his wife Sherri.
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Tyson West: “Family Outing at the Indian Rock Paintings”
Tyson West Family Outing at the Indian Rock Paintings As blotches of red ochre in the shapes of fantastic animals and spirals give life to basalt rock next to the ice age river, I dream of my ancestors crushing bison femurs to extract marrow and watch my children munch on Happy Meals. […]
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Christopher DeWan: “Sacramento”
Christopher DeWan Sacramento Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into some other one. Christopher DeWan is a writer, teacher, and lover of classic films. Learn more at http://christopherdewan.com.
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Jason Yu: “Insomnia”
Jason Yu Insomnia What did I miss, in slumbers deep, The carriages, street lamps, The stories told at night— Fell, like raindrops on deserted streets. Jason Yu writes one-sentence poems. He also lives in China.
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Robert Halleck: “My Valentine”
Robert Halleck My Valentine In my life I have always been early so now I am in Hallmark searching for an ex-wife Valentine. Robert Halleck‘s latest chapbook, Cabbages and Kings, is available in the Amazon Kindle store.
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Jan Marquart: “The Destination”
Jan Marquart The Destination I buried my father on an August rainy day in Brooklyn and pretended the two overweight workers were sliding his casket into a subway car my rose thrown on top so he could travel to a town that let him dance and laugh and eat his favorite foods in order to […]
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