Issue 39 Poetry

Perseids

Perseids

It is late summer. August leaves and grasses are tinged with the overcooked brown of the season’s heat.

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The Eagles’ Songs

The Eagles’ Songs

The woman who knows the eagles’ songs doesn’t need a mare between her legs to taste speed.

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I had once built a birdhouse

I had once built a birdhouse

Hacked away at tree bark Broke its limbs to sever them From the rest of its body

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Night Reef

Night Reef

There is only one love here. Water becomes air. Light is only a blue dream.

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Live, Laugh, Love, Loop

Live, Laugh, Love, Loop

My time machine is geared for me alone. I don’t meet stars, make presidents, stop wars. Fantastic times hold folks I’ve loved and known.

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Reflections of You

Reflections of You

I dreamed a world much like this one, in it, we were married, we had eight kids, we lived in a house so big we had to post maps

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Redcap Days

Redcap Days

On a Pullman train in the olden times, a dark-skinned man with immaculate white gloves and a beautiful smile helps a woman on board.

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The Anguish

The Anguish

I know you were with him through all the chambers of the night. His six legs one by one enfolded you, stunning you with surgical precision

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Issue 39 Stories

  • Quarantine

    There were always a few minutes that could be spared for the view, not that there was much of a view to be spared. Morning; the sky was an old yellowy eye with a sharp iris of blue.

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  • Perseids

    It is late summer. August leaves and grasses are tinged with the overcooked brown of the season’s heat.

    Read more

  • The Eagles’ Songs

    The woman who knows the eagles’ songs doesn’t need a mare between her legs to taste speed.

    Read more

  • I had once built a birdhouse

    Hacked away at tree bark Broke its limbs to sever them From the rest of its body

    Read more

  • Night Reef

    There is only one love here. Water becomes air. Light is only a blue dream.

    Read more