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Three Poems by Carla Sarett
Unsent Postcard I own too many heirloom timepieces like the broken grandfather clock, it never strikes the hour properly, it lags a minute then longer so by mid- summer 9 a.m. it might be any hour. It chimes the same for hours gained or lost. I can never grasp Daylight Savings, the flying back, the Continue reading
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To Clean
by Amelia Elaine Pearce Standing by the window as light beams in, it’s clean. The bed made, soft, inviting, No need for tiptoeing around on a clean floor. Show up. Rummage through my drawers, grab and yank sweet silk and rip and fling every folded shirt, and pull drawers from safe cupboards and haul candles Continue reading
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Mourning Before Death
by Diana Raab we sit by the riverand like waterthat hasn’t moved in decadesmy eyes become filled with tears. at ninety-two, my mother is dying reclined in someone else’s brown vinyl chair, drooping orchids on windowsill.television blaring nonsensical dialogue which she no longer hears, black and white cat on coralbed cover, the same color of her horsewhich I made Continue reading
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Cold War Sonnet
by Charlie Brice In Cheyenne we never did those drillswhere we hid under our desks, paperatop our heads, to fend off the falloutthat would kill us. Frances E. Warren Air Force Base was two miles away.Cheyenne was ringed with ICBMs hiddenin prairie-silos. In Cheyenne, we practicedgetting home on time. If it took more than fifteen Continue reading
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Two Poems by M F Drummy
Bindweed It seems almost laughable now but,in those early months of lawlessness,many still held out hope. The tanks had not yetrumbled across Main Street, the elders among uscautioning restraint with the arrestof the first judge. So,when the snow began to melt,spring giving way to summer onthe vast grasslands,little patcheshere and there of blue flaxand buttonsof Continue reading
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Crash-Testimony
by Daniel Romo Pastor Ruben said anything mentioned at our church men’s group is confidential and I admitted to those at my table that I don’t really like people and prefer to be alone, but I view this revelation as more broken fourth wall than promise. We bond over breakfast and the books of Colossians Continue reading
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Demolition or development
by D.S. Maolalai my lights are gone dark now.my days are less longas they bend into summer’sloose pantleg. this house points north,onto train tracks and across themto a disused and falling down fruit market,constantly on the verge of demolitionor development. I’ve been leavingthe lights off. daylight willget in some way. now flowers diein their pots. Continue reading
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Trastevere
by Nancy Byrne Iannucci He took me to Rome’s 13th rione.Wisteria extended its weathered armslike the candles that dripped onto my birthday cake.We walked and walked the ancient streetsin light, wine-blurry rain. Foggy questions mist-ified my mindas we sat to rest at Piazza Santa Maria.You should see it at night. Bellissimo.I spoke my Neapolitan Italianas Continue reading
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At the Window
by John Grey Persistent rain,I open the curtains,dunk my facein the streetlight’s perforated glow. This is the wayto infiltrate the outside,with my nose against glass,a yellow-eyed ghost reflection, and half a nugget for a chin. From without,I must look likesome crazed nighthawk,in indeterminate pajamas, and three gold bars for a face. I do nothing to Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 