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by Chris Farago.

I chide the butterflies
For being erratic,
But who I am to judge?

It was dark.

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by Chris Farago. I listened but could not tell if I was hearing a dozen butterflies or a ceiling fan or ten butterflies. It was dark and I asked the Earth to stop moving  for a moment so I could hear better. She said she could not stop but that she would ask the kaleidoscope  […]

Door Knob.

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by Gary Bolick. Hot had, long ago, stopped being a descriptive term, it no longer worked as an adjective. “An element, now. Maybe the fifth one. No different than air, earth, fire or water. Just there. Sure, a physical thing, but now it affects the head, the metaphysical, the philosophy of things. Ancients thought the […]

from The Gospel of Science.

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by William E. Douglas, Jr. I have been on a 40 year journey around the planet studying and teaching meditative practices, which 25 years ago led me into the halls of modern medicine and science. My journey started in a Tai Chi Meditation class at South Coast Community College in Southern California where I went […]

Remnant.

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by James Croal Jackson. at the dawn of new love the redness of sand but the enormity of my past crash-landed into the current after losing sight of an early oasis I’m adjusting to your alien environment a mast can anchor to lust buried in the desert to disappear except you re-emerge endlessly in thought […]

Ladies with Bruises.

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by Rani Wesley.  Sabrina and I met at a dance studio. We were two of maybe five black members.  She moved to L.A. from the South like me.  She was from Atlanta, Georgia and I moved to L.A. from Clearwater, Florida.  Not that it was exactly the same thing, but I assumed there was some […]

Spring Chrysalis.

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by Mark Robinson. We talk about the weather often, how cold it is here this morning, every morning. And how it should be snowing, but it isn’t. Bleakness, be my guide: these poems need us. Without our voices, yours and mine, the world is nothing more than milky images, as if squinting at the moon. […]

Audiobooks and a Tear in Heaven’s Wind.

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by Cal LaFountain. People miss most of what anyone has to say in a book, in a lecture, in a life. People listen better than they read. Stories encode ancient empathy. Such is the stress and emphasis of voice. The average person of the day doesn’t engage with the literature of the day because it […]

Liability.

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by Sean Murphy. I witnessed an attempted hit-and-run from my balcony the other night. I was a bit tipsy myself, which made me feel oddly implicated, an accomplice in spirits. I had not driven, which made me feel vindicated, if not wise, as though I’d learned something important during my days of drinking and not […]