Jeffrey McDaniel
Bless the silence. Bless the hiss. Bless the punch. /
Bless the kiss. Bless the lemon. Bless the lime. //
Bless the fishbone in the throat of time.
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R. A. Allen
I went out to my mailbox. /
Everything was addressed to a previous occupant (twice removed) /
who is now, /
according to my neighbors, / deceased.
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Rebecca A. Spears
Love among unequals is not a math problem. /
Is more profane than sacred. It means /
a woman available, without joy.
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James Lineberger
As we arrived /
the red-haired children /
were it seemed everywhere staring at us /
from behind things or caught /
frozen in the open like frightened rabbits
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Tim Rogers
one man dies to save the many /
to open possibilities the way /
the sun enters the court of the sky
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