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Adam Gray |
"Contract, Expand" |
In the year One Thousand, Nine Hundred, and Ninety Seven, in a country known for hamburgers and baseball caps, and in the city named for its wretched discoverer,
I'm a small man sitting tall in
three rings on each hand, plaid
finally
Ecstacy
in fat medium rare
Under my Buckeyes hat, out the
to the purple clouds blanketing the rivers, fields and farms
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Casey Parson |
Untitled |
my head hangs hollow. your mad is rum in a plastic cup. in the bar upon greeting tomorrow, my head tips back to drink it up. tasty |
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Jennet Kelly |
"Sand" |
Sharp shells, dried-up driftwood, cracked coral and other deceased sea life, broken bottles and random fragments of glittering glass
Find their way onto the soft blanket of sand
Crabs clambor clumsily from one pillow pool to
The sun glimmers off the scattered glass it glimpses
Wandering waves lap at the shore misplacing
Fickle fish flutter and nibble as they rock with
The jagged edges of the shattered scraps yield and
And the sharp shells, dried-up driftwood, cracked coral
Gradually transform into fine, foot-printed sand that
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