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by Simon Perchik With your mouth closed swallow though this rain is already rain and further on —you have a taste for darkness fill your belly the way the Earth each night escapes as a small hole clings to one hillside carried by another —you become its grave, eat without fingers without knees or the headlong dive this dirt is used to, held down and looking for more rain for shoreline starting out not yet a whisper, lost cleared away and for your lips. |
WHAT ROUGH BEAST? by Benjamin Norman Pierce |
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TAUT TOO
by Timothy Pilgrim Wake at dawn, still high, sheets a mess. Eyes closed, lips pressed tight, roll over, sigh — whirl toward sun, dream black clouds, legs spread wide, toes taut too. Pause mid-sky, come down hard — splits doomed — among cosmos, anemone, hyacinth, lilies in bloom. |
BLUE DOOR by Ruben Briseno Reveles |
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SUDDENLY
by Viola Weinberg Suddenly, I feel them feel their sheer robes blowing a rare wind against my arm They are celestial, but warm. They come with stars, on foreign skies They tell me not to worry. They tell me to write again to tuck my heart into the invisible gilded trumpet, the impenetrable I say, but, I'm a Pagan flower left by the Picts, I'm a day-old day lily I am folded and old with freckled hands They simply smile, serene and sweet as the moon moves across my face You are what you are, precious bird Perhaps you are nothing, or everything Do not confuse age with wisdom even though you have carefully picked Wisdom as your silent pleasure, a Cobalt that tramps these roiled waters, a pain of the exquisite, for it is always painful And now, with dignity, leave your pain in our hands, let us lift you up and send you to the next order— rise with us |
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