Richard Fleming Exoskeleton A priest absolved us, and all was well again in the world of tomorrow where spider robots had finally gained the upper hand to come out of their hard shells,and reveal their idea of the perfect orgy, rooting through a junkyard of wrecked automobiles while German shepherds […]
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Rich Murphy: “Unlimited Dolls Company
Rich Murphy Unlimited Dolls Company In spectator democracies, sweat shop children paint consent on faces at kitchen tables after PR engineers set smiles on a conveyor belt. Rich Murphy’s credits include books, Americana (The Poetry Press of Press Americana, 2015), Voyeur (Gival Press, 2009), The Apple in the Monkey Tree (Codhill Press, 2008) and several chapbooks.
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Vidya Panicker: “Hercules”
Vidya Panicker Hercules The mighty mango tree bows, under the weight of sparrows, red ants and a hundred golden fruits. Vidya Panicker, a poet from India, writes poems when she is not chasing her daughters around the house or reading management journals.
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Janet McCann: “Thank You, But Let’s Meet Earlier”
Janet McCann Thank You, But Let’s Meet Earlier Breakfast would be better than lunch–no Scotch, no wary posturing, and the morning opening over the plates in lemon light and the waitress content, pouring, because she’s dropped her children at school and her feet don’t hurt yet, coffee fresh and dark and around the third cup we […]
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Liz Brennan: “One always giving directions”
Liz Brennan One always giving directions while the other one drove and so we lived with the illusion that together we could do so much more than one of us could do alone. Liz Brennan is a teacher and writer who lives and works in Sonoma County, CA and invites writers to collaborate on her […]
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Howie Good: “Beach in Winter”
Howie Good Beach in Winter Nothing here, and no one, only seashells and pebbles and pretty ferry lights casting shadows that form a sentence. According to climatologists, Howie Good is getting warmer.
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Trish Saunders: “Anything can happen”
Trish Saunders Anything can happen A rare wild orchid will unfurl delicate pink petals in a patch of dirt below the H3 overpass. Trish Saunders divides her time between Honolulu and Seattle. She began writing poems in 2013 to answer a New Year’s Resolution.
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Trish Saunders: “The language of disappearing things”
Trish Saunders The language of disappearing things I came here to study the language of trees, an ancient tongue nearly extinct like the Hawaiian crow, or shave-ice shacks on Like-Like Highway. Trish Saunders divides her time between Honolulu and Seattle. She began writing poems in 2013 to answer a New Year’s Resolution.
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