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After I Discover the Islets of Langerhans
by Annie Stenzel Coming to this charming name by chance,of course I wanted these small bodies of land to bean exotic, intriguing place I might visit one day, and nota tricky body part, essential in the managementof glucose. Which means my sundry diabetic friendshad Islets of Langerhans that ran amok somehowand their bodies needed rescue.… Continue reading
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Votive
by Carole Greenfield Candles in blue votive holders sputter, mutter as their lightshutters, flutters, flickers while demons snicker in shadows and corners as warnings come thicker and faster, tonight six of uscluster round the table, flustered, attempting to muster our courage, our wits in starts and fits, each of us realize it’s happened before,as students… Continue reading
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What Happens in the Morning
by Paul Ilechko This is what will happen in the morning in that brief interval when the ghosts are still visible as they scurry towards their hiding place in the darkest corners of the daytime house before the buckets of almost boiling water are spiked with bleach and soap before the hay is baled and… Continue reading
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Elegy for a Mole Crab
by Heather Truett I want to write about the molecrab, its smallwhite claws halfheartedly openingand closingin the air, the waythe waves refuseto take it and I askthe sky to senda bird to eat it,so at least its deathwill matter, and thisis me, putting myhuman ideas of lifeand matter, of meaning,into the ocean and askingher to… Continue reading
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Two Poems by Laura Denny
The Nature of SunlightI want to give in again the way I did when we were newly married.In My Life, was your wedding song.I was pregnant, and we were happy for three months. Then you got sick. I remember one afternoon I wheeled you to Ocean View Park to shave your head. I bought you… Continue reading
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85 Seconds to Midnight
by Kip Knott We are born out of nothingness,the emptiness of the universe.All of us know this void well. We spend our days filling itwith something more than light,something more than darkness, something more than the atomsthat bind us one to the otherand the atoms that may one day split us apart. Kip Knott is… Continue reading
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Two Poems by KB Ballentine
Longing is my mother,and we are headed to the oceanto talk about my fatherwho just died.She grew upwith him, knew himfor more than half a century. 28,204 days holding handsSalt-spray stingsour faces, but we still wantthe sea. He snorkledand she surfed – they embracedthe same things differently. holding hands 28,204 days Each crest and troughof… Continue reading
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Two Poems by Valentina Fulginiti
when a poet diesit’s not every day that a poet dies,last words tossed with scattered changeinside the glove compartment, frozen under crusty soles and muddy tracks and everywhere the same panic screams its FUCK DID YOU DO’s and His name wasted on a youthful killer’s lips // it’s not every day that a poet dies… Continue reading
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The poem is not the words though the poem is made of words
by Hilary Sallick This morning a silver cat appeared outside my window its second visit in two daysIt stepped from the roofof my neighbor’s shedto the trunk of the mulberry where it clungagainst gravity raptby the nearness of a squirrel downward-hanging easyin its tree The catheld on and met those eyes with its ownThen the… Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 