In every direction
except mine
lavenders
and oranges
crunch and mix
This month's sun
droops, yet still
without warmth
it warms me
Each cold wind
drives me brown
If lucky, yellowish
Branches blanched
trunk exposed
woodpile soon
Every shade
of falling
sky, bird, dusk
shines, outshines
My bare twigs
bear thunder strikes
derange flocks
My darkest
second, the last
leaf, before
it falls, how
I will cling
Never was
the world
so electric
delicious
caustic, so
near as now
as this dull
pulse slows,
just when
the world is
mine, mine
to leave.
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Issue 65
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Thomas Jay Balkany
- Bruce Bond
- Kristene Brown
- Jeff Burt
- Regina Colonia-Willner
- David Cooke
- William J. Cordeiro
- Cheney Crow
- Sharon Dolin
- David Faldet
- Martin Jude Farawell
- Soheila Ghaussy
- Ann Herlong-Bodman
- Michael Lauchlan
- James Lineberger
- John Mahnke
- Neil McCarthy
- Michael Montlack
- Dave Nielsen
- Mark Thomas Noonan
- Linda Tomol Pennisi
- F. Daniel Rzicznek
- Robert Lavett Smith
- Philip Terman
- Randi Ward
- Yim Tan Wong
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FICTION