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GETTING AT THE LAST KETCHUP IN THE BOTTLE by John Grey
Thumb can’t reach. The fork and spoon just won’t fit through the bottle’s narrow neck. I…
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Cancer #2 by Natasha Deonarain
“There’s a certain callous humor we need to practice medicine. It keeps us doing what we…
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In Memoriam by Miram Ben-Yoseph
My mother died on her birthday 40 years ago. She died in Israel. I light the…
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Prancing by Hiram Larew
Grackle me those slick-spots. Trash take the squawking …
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Two poems by Carla Schwartz
Lenses into Time 1. 1934, Germany You, in your linen dress, must be…
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Three poems by JW Burns
Fishing Laughter ruins the water, it really does. Recognize love and you’ll sit all day scheming,…
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Two poems by Jacob Robert Bennett
New Year’s in Staunton A streetlight flickering, first cigars. A walk to an overpriced bistro, dried…
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Pieces of Winston by Debra Stewart
Winston was trying to cross the road at a busy six lane highway in the big…
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Socotra by Brandon Marlon
Dragon’s blood tree boughs stretch upwards from a grove in the limestone plain, well within view…
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First Contact, 25 A.D. Where Are My Eagles?! by Al Simmons
Cap had the orders in his hand. “Don’t eat the Romans. That’s what it says.” “Don’t…
