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THE COYOTE CLEARS THE FOG BY TOM SQUITIERI

The capture of the morning is yours when you look. It settles my uncertainty. It tells me who I am. It makes the fog genuflect to open a pathway inside.   Morning dances, with a melody still forming. The dreams of last night...

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TENNYSON WARNED ME BY TOM SQUITIERI

The day and I told them it would be bad But they scoffed and refused to believe They insisted on doing things their foolish way Proving they were war zone plebes   So, hours after we were cleared and supposed to traverse the...

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NOT ANY HARBOR BY TOM SQUITIERI

And then there are the harbors always waiting for us Seemingly blocked, but in reality Reminding us we have the key and must use it Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting The shoals remain yet for the wise...

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TOO SOON BY JOHN J. SIEFRING

The pail and the lantern. For Jimmy, in this town, in 1908, these were the icons of adulthood. Sure, there were many more, but they were at the top of his list. He saw them in his sleep, dancing around the magic of his...

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BOY, BEARING BY DINA GREENBERG

 I picture you hunched at your desk, a college boy now, but slight as you were at ten. Then, you wielded a plastic light saber, slashed at the air, already whirling into shadow. Now, only your ear buds divine the faint beating...

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UNFUN BY LAWRENCE CADY

As if in a dream—the wind clawing at his eyes and mouth––Lucas strips the glove from his right hand and takes the .44 Colt Anaconda from his jacket pocket. In the glow of the Coleman lantern, which he’s propped up in the snow...

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CRATERS OF THE MOON BY BRANDON SCHWARTZ

Morning light not reflected Absorbed from golden sun Warms my neck and shines upon the Devil’s Orchard   Born from ashes and molten rock Limber pine are sprouting from under and the lichen are turning color   The Devils are in...

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DESERT BY BRANDON SCHWARTZ

The heat bears down like spears hurled toward the ground and ricochet silently off the brush-scattered hills A muddy river is my companion with eight-foot cliffs to give room for swelling   To be trapped here alone and aloof My...

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