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JOSHUA (aubade)
by Erren Geraud Kelly fingers his saxophone like the buttons on the back of a woman's dress if jazz is the soul of the blues it lives in his dark eyes his father's warrior spirit is in his walk grandfather's eyes watches over him every morning as it rises in the dawn |
SWING by Brenda Yamen |
| EACH DAWN I FEED
by John McKernan My dream Another bowl of music Put a pillow Of cool daylight Under her weary head Place Tiny compresses Of cool light On her eyelids As I leave the house Wearing sunglasses I whisper Sleep tight My Little One Hold that smile |
WINTER'S BEACH by Pete Madzelan |
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TRAVELS HERE
by Doug Bolling The curvatures calling out for measure The passage of ships over a globular mass But your life the manner of it in the travels How you turn in the shadow and arrive as though a Your polygon of memories that hold you that open into a sea I will never complete the counting of you How you asked suddenly in the museum: Is it possible to step through this life and invent a beginning Are we the wind a transparency in midst of slumber. |
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