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Intelligent Design & Miramar Point
7, 8, 9 years old,
Christopher Buckley
Rembrandt and the Great Drought
Before your birth, of course, the drought
Linda Bierds
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
THE RAIN SO COLD
The air of the day abhors us
W.S. Di Piero
Physics & Green Room
Was Jesus materializing inside a locked room
Megan Wildwood
On the Grounds of the Zendo
The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,
Dick Allen
Uplight
The uplight is where I want to be, above and looking, and looking over.
Leah Umansky
My Love
Place your hand, my love, against my heart
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
Hotline
The calls came in around the clock. A nunnery in Nova Scotia with a broken clavichord.
Brian Barker
Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
ON THE RMS QUEEN MARY | LATENT IMAGE
I'm exploring the decks, the ship docked in Long Beach since '67. Same liner Mom sailed in '39 from England to
Wendy Barker
grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
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