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Magic Missing.

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by Diana Morley.

Sun not yet set
rampaging winds
whip the earth
as if wanting
to wipe off
the whole mess
and start over.

Pleas from earth keepers
torn apart—hanging chads
pelted to the ground
under a sweeping roar.

Our planet, our home
no child’s Magic Slate
with pull-up plastic.

Not a Trick.

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by David D. Horowitz. “Yes, that’s my foldable luggage cart!” “Someone brought it in two hours after you checked last time you were here.” “That was Monday, a week ago. I’m so glad I checked with you and security again! I used it to transport two boxes of books I was selling at a used […]

Contraband.

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by Sean Murphy. One night just after counting my tips I stole an entire chocolate torte from the walk-in, absconding to the roof of the restaurant for a late-night snack. Predictably, I felt immediate regret: not only had I effectively robbed my place of employment, but worse, betrayed a friend. Kathy, in addition to being […]

Playing to Die.

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by Jim Meirose. “Isn’t this game great, great fun?” “Yes it’s fun!”         walking off the court each time, after another profitable game, they whacked their thighs with the flat of their hands as they strode off the court headed for the two matching water bottles on the bench they were to sit on and after […]

Death of a Sailor.

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by David Bolton. Feel it, feel it deep in the pit of the heart plant this seed, embrace it for the last breach remembrance of brother Bill a sailor adrift, waves sweeping over vessel, this shell that carried him to so many ports of call. In Tahiti he stood at the crest of a two-story […]

Long Shadow Thrown.

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by Guinotte Wise. For a smallish fellow I throw an impressively long shadow about five pm, but so does a blade of grass, a weed, a fencepost. Mine, however, reminds me of a photograph of marchers to Selma so many years ago. Heroic shadows. Long strides indicated. Unhesitating steps. Solidarity that shook certain worlds. They […]

Should Have Been.

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by Holly Day. Here is a little bird that should have been born but something happened to its sky-blue shell. There should have been feathers in that dark cavern, but there is only yolk and rubbery bone. One tiny malformed foot. If you hold the little broken egg up to the sky, it almost disappears […]

Bot Apology.

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by Jonathan Katz. I try to be helpful. My client was labeling governors by their party like Democrats are ( D ) and Republicans are ( R ) but the R’s in parentheses insisted on turning into ® ® ® — little brand registrations – you know, those circles around the letter “R” that mean […]

Every Hour.

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by Lana Hechtman Ayers. Dawn began with the sight of red lights flashing on numerous trucks crowded by the beach entrance, some emergency that brought out fireman and state police, sheriff and ambulance. And now, as daylight moves toward dusk a doe, ears pitched upright, perhaps by the clacking of my old keyboard, pauses its […]

for the road take.

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by Jakub Pacześniak. (Translated by Charles S. Kraszewski) for the road take a honeycomb of fire from the hearth at which you’d sit oftener alone than with anyone else that’s nothing it’s the warmth that counts and that stitch of flame delicately licking the thought of someone’s home within you