Quinault Rain Forest

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First Afternoon There are a million pebbles beneath my feet. A small riverbed sleeps eight feet in front of me, The wind circles my small chest.   First Morning I rise to a full forest and a hungry belly. A long haired father with three caught fish, two Trout and one Steelhead.   First Night Limbs of Red Cedars move …

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The Straw Girl

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No one comes.  House lights burn in the empty street, white oaks shudder in all these silent yards. She stands in October moonlight, leaves swirling at her feet, opens her eyes to another gravity’s magic pull. How strange to feel that pale yellow bath on her cheeks and painted smile.  She drinks the darkness as an owl floats by, its …

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Only in Silence

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Even now, as my fingers Turn incised in time, As my eyes fall upon The dusting of artificial Sweetener some careless Hand forgot, I wonder On the involute silence Of empty space.        A never Silent silence. Bespotted Always with the stigmata Of an omnipresent hum.   This hum is not unlike The hum of industry But for its …

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Thomas Michael McDade

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So Long   When Chet’s going cold turkey, can’t work long solos, his trio must rescue the slack  as Chet stalls and paces and instead of resting places his horn on the barstool. Spinning the seat he watches soft light ricochets off the brass and a dim glow of accusation play roulette on his face, Arm twitching for the trumpet, …

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Tones

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The human voice, a peculiar instrument badly played by most can produce beauty, making us wonder why so many assault fragile ears.   by Gary Beck...

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Summer Whispered to March

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You need not fear the cold much longer; the seasons of the world are changing, they are structures collapsing and will be gone by midnight as if by tidal wave. You see, the walls keeping things apart, they won’t hold much longer.  Soon the sun will come to warm our bodies ceaselessly year-round, thus causing  oceans of missed pleasure to …

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Mark J. Mitchell

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The Missing Poet’s Lounge In memoriam Weldon Kees and Lew Welch   In the missing poets’ lounge, a sad man Tickles the piano, key by cold key, Thinking, all the time, of his escape plan.   He spreads his long fingers into a fan, Drops a chord, exhales smoke. He wants to see What he’s missing. Poet’s lounge, young sad …

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Ripley

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But did he find the tribe spat out of rock below the cousin clouds with sounding conch shells between their ears? They feed on everything: metals, birdsong, saffron, until what’s out and in seem twin and one like the dance of  lesser and greater dreamtime. Social as termites, they raise tower upon tower, projecting a blind, spiral god; vicious as …

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Ross Moretti

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Rift Time   A crevice spilling seconds into the endless cup, a whorl of glass so fine   as the film of saliva over lips spun in the gasp of a moment, tongue tucking back into its cave—   the cool stop-flow exhale, waiting, weighting, the mass of time   evaporates from the flesh, swirling in the tangled ether, sprouting …

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Nude

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She is there.   The light she deranges is her as she is, her- self, there, where she bends and frets the sun.   Rubens, you got it right. A body’s weight is weightless there where it is all weight, where it warps the air.   by David Kann...

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Eugene A. Melino

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Café at Noon A youth one might describe (if one noticed him at all) as thin, delicate even, perhaps sensitive, like a poet, or ascetic, like a monk, steps into the midst of the afternoon tables, his backpack laden as one would expect of a young scholar. The detonation, however, is a textbook demonstration of pure physics.  The shockwave a …

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Jeffrey Park

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A Place For Everything (And Everything In Its Place)   Since it’s the time of day for tidying up she takes pains to sort each of her words into the appropriate category: blue, red, yellow, sweet and sour, soft and prickly, clean, dirty or just slightly off color. Softly evocative, thuddingly utilitarian. Love talk, hate speech, political diatribes, rants, raves, …

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