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Inklings.

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by Diana Morley.

 

Wonder bread pulls me back like
a mayo jar taunting of a baloney sandwich
in a lunchbox from my ever-doing mom
providing only the best for us three times a day.

A whiff of cardamom brings my husband
for whom I braided and baked the loaf—
saffron rice for my daughter, whose husband
kneeled to ask for more than her hand.

Free association’s an emancipation
from reason’s interruptions like
sitting on dirt chewing sourgrass or
bobbing up and down, nibbling
an orange popsicle too cold, so sweet.

 

 

Mind Swoosh.

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by Bruce Wallick.   As the view unfolded As the sun shed light As the breeze wove Soft flowing patterns I glided through the grasses My feet so light so fleet As if taking off into the blue Gently warming to the view Solely the sound of the whooshing Wind that moved across the knoll […]

The Music of Dreams.

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by Barry Vitcov.   Before meeting one lonely evening, before our lives had completely begun, before we knew little of anything, before accepting how to love or shun, our lives were separate, invisible, like shapeless clouds adrift in darkened skies, our stories not easily admissible and always firmly protected by lies. There you sat, an […]

Ukrainian Fruit Stands Have Disappeared.

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by JW James.   my grandfather is still sitting on the curb   his feet in the traffic lane   his feet that are waiting for a bus my Ukrainian grandpa has disappeared with his breath of boilermakers   his breath of the land of his birth muck and mire city of his birth Ternopil memory of his […]

A Lacanian Poem.

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by Michael T. Smith.   I cited Lacan to make a poem: novelty, in which everything is a slave, who further lacks everything but desire. To meet the unconscious yet living WORD like a myth that turned out to be Real — Another Lacanian term (as told by the “five” real senses, unlike the object […]

Redwood Birdsong.

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by Marissa Bell Toffoli.   River sings us to sleep, ferns guard our keep. Under a canopy of centuries what dreams glow in the starlight. Storied roots. Infinite tendrils. The fog grows— awe around us. In this nest we’ve built, akin to marbled murrelets, waves call us back to shore again, again, again. The waking […]

Three Hearts Pumping.

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by Debra Elisa.   What is it like to have three hearts pumping? Octopus with its eight limbs—light a constant   If only I could learn patience as the Beaver who gnaws away at the Cottonwood her power to change the course of Water to cause a massive energy outage no internet traffic jams for […]

As God Gargles Oceans.

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by Harvey Lillywhite. Natural wonder invites us to God. May we ask, for instance, who makes your clothes: Spiders spinning and weaving birds? And how— By brushes of hurricanes and lightning Pins—are you coiffed? How many elephants And whales on the scales does it take to weigh You? Just rosy nebulae, aurora Borealis, the midnight […]

Superbloom.

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by Marissa Bell Toffoli.   Bright poppies wave hello in a lucky breeze. Parched, we smile for the sun, move between what shade we can find or make for each other, your shadow inside mine. Feel your tired sighs, pause to catch our breath. My thirsty eyes want it all, the sweet saturation, as if […]

A Hole in the Night.

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by Lana Hechtman Ayers. after “Venetian Siesta” by Joseph Millar   I’ve never had a talent for sleep but when I do, it’s all dreams of lost rooms, rainstorms of rotten teeth water-falling from my mouth, still, I glissade through days wearing calm façades while inside my mind conducts a swing-shift sardine cannery, and in […]