Not what I expect.
The hills are easy: they please,
leaning sun-etched
peaks. There are flowers,
burgundy, indigo, trees
like towers
or fountains.
Light thick as clouds
muffle sun. Odd fogs drift,
scatter of hail. spatter of rain,
winds shift.
There are dark turns, rumble of far trains.
Marshy worm scent, and leaves, dry.
Departing birds; their high cry.
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Issue 52
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
- Mark Aiello
- Victoria Anderson
- Jeremy Bass
- Michael Blumenthal
- Alan Britt
- Sherry Chandler
- Regina Colonia-Willner
- Richard D. Hartwell
- RJ Hooker
- Jack Israel
- Betsy Johnson-Miller
- Roger Jones
- Marilyn McCabe
- Robert Andrew Perez
- Seth Perlow
- Glenis Gale Redmond
- Robin Richardson
- James Silas Rogers
- Jordan Smith
- Bruce Taylor
- Michael Wynn
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Essay
- Kurt Brown LONG STORY SHORT: Techniques Of Fiction In Poetry
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews "Lucky Coat Anywhere"
by Michael Burkard
- David Rigsbee reviews "Lucky Coat Anywhere"