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POETRY

Venices
Charley Springer

Report
David Francis

carpool with the moon.
Jackie Jones

Long Weekend Shorts
Megan Buchanan-Cherry

On Dante
Mischa Willett

From London, Well Not London London, But London Ontario
Joseph Goosey

In the Wilderness Between
John Sibley Williams

Ghostglass
Daniel Wheatley

A Boulder Bigger Than My House
William Doreski

Black & White Picture #80
Darren Demaree

"Water is Always Available to the Animals of the Sea"
Kim Roberts

More Goats
Lee Stern

 

Report // David Francis

The air seems full of finely ground shell.
The more distant trees are smoke-colored.
Fall is no season here, nor winter;
cold fronts are squelched by squalls,
summer overstays, an obtuse guest.

The commercial world plays up the holidays
with their associations of climactic hopes.
Each year they further overlap,
speed alone cuts through the thickness.
Flat terrain stamps down the swamp

with its day-dark hollows and scummy illusions
dealing with which imagination poles
at its own pace, ideally, occasionally
with a companion, aloof in cold green.

 
   
 
   
 
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