Keith Nunes Labelling She walked into the hospital married came out a widow label flapping at her collar. Keith Nunes believes he is here but everyone else believes he’s somewhere else.
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Dale Wisely
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Kristen Williamson “A Pretty Face”
Kristen Williamson A Pretty Face Fall for a pretty face fall for the eager woman begging to please fall for her long before you fall for me. Kristen Williamson fancies herself a poet, others seem to think so too.
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Devon Balwit “Auto-Fetch”
Devon Balwit Auto-Fetch We are asked to celebrate, even purchase, the ball machine, our dogs taught to drop it in and wait while we read, unmolested, but there is something sad in the dog’s excitement at a hole not a hand, a cutting of a bond, like a young child set before a screen, our […]
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Steve Klepetar “Rock ‘n Roll Music”
Steve Klepetar Rock ‘n Roll Music Behind this guy fishing off the rocks not far from the green lighthouse a blue pickup blares Chuck Berry – “Maybelene, why cain’t you be true” – and I want to tell him the noise will scare away the fish but I look and he’s reeling them in piling […]
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M.J.Iuppa “Espresso”
M.J.Iuppa Espresso Morning can be that fair sun shining through the blinds, polarized blades of light sur- rounding you like a mother’s order to rise & shine, or else. M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm, near the shores of Lake Ontario.
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Pat M. Kuras “Armed and Dangerous”
Pat M. Kuras Armed and Dangerous Security at the Knife & Gun Show asked if I was carrying any weapons and I told them just my rapier-like wit. Pat M. Kuras has been to some odd places.
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Roy Beckemeyer “Leaning Westward”
Roy Beckemeyer Leaning Westward Sunrise stretching up behind us, the moon fading to a watermark in the backlit sky, we roll miles off I-70, watch rivers go thready as the horizon expands into this flatness that time has used to cap the Ogallala, watch fields gradually go from square to circular, cities wind down to […]
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Roy Beckemeyer “Under Prairie Skies”
Roy Beckemeyer Under Prairie Skies We make daily withdrawals from our allotments of tears, hail storms, stillborn children, sit staring at the Spartan silence of burial plots, remember grandfathers who spent their days wresting land from the prairie, acre by acre, who claimed it with hedgerows, section lines, cemeteries, dream that our children, building lives […]
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