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“Soul Blister” by K Anand Gall
Soul Blister Even though it has been swelling to a throbbing tightness, you decide not to pop the blister, the artifact of a day at the amusement park. You wore sandals, Keens, the ones composed of two cords and a sole. They weren’t new; you’d had them for years. They moved you between the entrance […]
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“Water Works” by Dai Lin
Water works By 10 a.m., the African sun has baked me into the ground at 97 degrees. Like an overgrown, overripe mango, my body drops, collapses, puddles. The Ghanaian women around me are fasting from dawn ‘til dusk, without water, for Ramadan. At the dugout, they dunk and fill their water vessels with a blurring […]
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“Hiking” by Peggy Hammond
Hiking the Appalachian Trail was embraced as therapy, antidote to tours in Iraq. Now was the time of peace, of filtered sunlight among poplar leaves, of streams tumbling inside rhododendron thickets, of learning if towhee’s call matched guidebook’s drink your teeeeee, learning if blue jays can mimic sharp call of the hawk. Instead, in the […]
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“Prowl for Luck” by Jeff Schiff
Sure flight’s temping And it’d be tough to find a soul who would not slough it all to lift above braided boughs and neglected spires Today however the air at Lake Mary fills with nuisance taunters swoopers guardians of the cosmic lint pile Here they be crammed in oaks and transplanted ash just where their […]
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“Late Summer Mountain After the Rain” by Danielle Hanson
The steam from the coffee cup replacesmorning fog entangled in the porch wisteria,blooming and falling. Bird song drips from trees,soaks into ground. The sound of bees liftsinto the tree, solidifies as honey. We leaveporch shade, pour ourselves into day. Danielle Hanson is a poet who strives to create and facilitate wonder. She is the author […]
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September Literary Events
Cinder Skies: A High Desert Reading Series Wednesday, Sept. 7 at 7 p.m. Late for the Train. RSVP here. Wednesday, Sept. 21 at 7 p.m. Lecture Hall 136, Liberal Arts. RSVP here.
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“On Zumba” by Meg Petersen
My Zumba instructor is excited because Halloween falls on one of our class days, and even though this is more than a month away, she tells us to “Get your costumes ready, ladies!” and goes on to gush about every costume she’s ever worn in the who-knows-how-many years she has been teaching Zumba. She is, […]
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“Extra Buttons, or, Coming Across” by James B. Nicola
Extra Buttons, or, Coming Across Today, purging a bit, I’ve come across the cherry commode that used to house our fancy silverware and silver napkin rings and linen napkins when the chest stood between the living and dining rooms of my overstuffed childhood two houses and a lifetime ago. Lately the cherry chest sat in […]
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“My Worries Are a Toddler and I’m a Young Mother Crouching in a Bathtub” by Christine Naprava
My Worries Are a Toddler and I’m a Young Mother Crouching in a Bathtub My worries, I water them in fears night and morning with my tears like William Blake did his wrath, and I feed them mandarin oranges as they screech and form sentences and kick their legs in a high chair they’ll soon […]
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“there is no love only proof of love” by Nadia Arioli
there is no love only proof of love bob ross is who / i would like god to be / happy accidents and then a miracle at the last second / where it all comes together i would like / a soothing voice saying / its your world / whatever you want / like to […]
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