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Farm Near a Bend in River Tummel

  Farm Near a Bend in River Tummel By Jeffrey Alfier   Farm Near a Bend in River Tummel There was a shed here once. If you look close, you can see grass ghosting its outline. Any tool the day … Continue reading

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Possession Sound, Whidbey Island, Washington

  Possession Sound, Whidbey Island, Washington By Tobi Alfier   Possession Sound, Whidbey Island, Washington The canyon water ran black, the driftwood ran gray on a day when sky blended into sea a seamless bone. Slivered ancient trees. Lines around … Continue reading

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Ballers 2, the Star’s Monologue 3

  Ballers 2, the Star’s Monologue 3 By Tim Peeler   Ballers 2, the Star’s Monologue 3 So he puts X=6 on the board, says I’m gonna show you how to figure out this problem and then starts drawing all … Continue reading

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Pollock Paints Reflection Of The Big Dipper

. Pollock Paints Reflection Of The Big Dipper By John Sweet . pollock paints reflection of the big dipper the sun too bright on saturday afternoon and nothing i say worth believing listen i love you i’m afraid all of … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ERRIC EMERSON

By Erric Emerson: MOTHERLESS If I try eyes-shut hard; recall the misty likeness of a stretcher and air mask, a trailer lined with ice-fangs in Napanoch, a red ball I worshipped at three years old. How your legacy sits in … Continue reading

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Standard Time

. Standard Time By Stephen Roger Powers . Standard Time The highway to work was longer than usual the first Monday after turning back the clocks. My watch suggested I slow down. You are not late enough, it said. Daydream … Continue reading

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A Murder

. A Murder By Ruth Bavetta   A Murder Crescendo of crows, sinister as black umbrellas preening around an open grave, conclave of shadows, damascene of dark. Where gilded flickers filled the air, there is only this enormous darkness. Trees … Continue reading

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