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Stronger Than Dirt Dennis Mahagin

First, the near. Foreground, where a dead deer. Nuzzles blood from dust cloud,. Frozen star burst over cyclone. Fence, with arrow-shaped. Razors on bales reflecting. Lemony light, a glint, or hint. Of pig tails cork screwing. And a little farther. Off, protracted by easel, a flesh-colored. Nash Rambler car, with windshield wiper. Hung all wrong, all. As a broken limb accusing antenna. Of a song about buggery,. A motel room 48 ajar,. And just inside, the painter hides. A bearded bag man. In it anymore;.

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Audition for hell: A Collection of Poems by A.J. Huffman

Sitting alone in my underwear. In the middle of a highway. In the rain, I pray. For a pair of merciful headlights. To bless me with their strength. There is only darkness staring back at me. Placid and passive,. It has no interest in the pathetic theatrics. Of this scene I have chosen. For my dance to die. It waits for me to die. But it seems I failed at that scene too. And now I can only swallow. Drop after drop of serial sky tears. For my sins that stay. Too pure to punish. On my knees in a solarium.

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Staying awake with Shiva Jagannath Rao Adukuri

The rain beat the lake, in rising shrapnel. A girl hid there under the rain shelter. In the eye –shadows of the afraid lover. He that was afraid of the lens’ blinding light. The sun still refused to be coaxed out. Consequently there were no copies of beauty. The rain was now furiously beating the road. All through the evening the wind howled. And there was nothing that we could do. In this sort of rain nothing really happens. She did not die much. With a ten year old mind she could not have died much.

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A Bird's Life Stan Galloway

You call out “Ever! Like your all-black cousin. Tuxedoed for the formality of life. Respected because of your dress. You differ nothing from the thieving. Death-eating character of crows,. But the beauty of your vest belies. How long will we be fooled by. Sin in pretty wrappings? And you answer “Ever! I saw my chance. And flew the coop. Away from all those chickens. I’d been cooped up with. For far too long. Whatever led me into. I’ll never know. It’s a wonder. We weren’t all killed. In that big floating.