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#27

Antony Hitchin
Conversation in a Café

‘I’ve missed you’ she says,
fingers fondling a glass of steaming coffee, glass coloured caramel, reflecting a chequered red and off-white table cloth covered in plastic, easy-wipe down, yet sticky to the touch.
There is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air and I wonder what we’re doing here and why there is a solitary wilting daisy in an egg cup between us.
Eggs pop into burning hot pans, a fire-alarm goes off,
she sits silently, scrutinising me for a response. Waiting patiently, hanging
on words yet unformed. A dusky paragon of beauty surrounded by burning fat and sausage smoke,
like some crude juxtaposition of opposites. A photographic spread that’s meant to be ‘modern’ and cutting-edge.
Still I’m wondering what we’re doing here and what could possibly have brought us to this place,
while all around me people leisurely pour sugar like water into tea cups and chew sausages and dribble egg yoke.
‘Really I have’ she says,
words saturated with sincerity, her right hand closing over mine as if it could deliver me and I think of the email attachment she sent me, a jpeg image of nothing other than her neck, white ivory, soft and slender, a single black hair stroking her throat.

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#26

Karl Koweski
let’s go burn one

we’ve just finished hanging
a set of cylinders
into the chrome tanks
when Mike says
“let’s go burn one”

“hell yeah, I’m with you” (more…)

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#25

Stanley H. Barkan
March

It’s March
but no winds blow.
This trip I visited the Egadi
not the Aeolian Isles.
Besides, I made no request
for the bagging of any kind of storm.
And I’m no Odysseus anyway.
Is it that the gods no longer determine
or interfere with our doings?
Our journey is our own thing,
and it is we who decide
even Nature’s course.
Yes, even the seasons change
at our untuning of the string.
Will March then come in like a lamb
and go out like a lion?
Can we even expect spring
in its appointed time?

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#24

Charles P. Ries
I LOVE

Your grilled cheese sandwiches under
the full March moon, as Jupiter draws
near and we witness its unblinking eye
hovering above the horizon at early dusk.

The way your lip is slightly twisted upward
at one corner making your mouth look like
an irregular right triangle. (more…)

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#23

A.D. Winans
GOING BACK IN TIME

When I was young
I drove to Salinas
And ran through the bean fields
Pretending I was James Dean in East of Eden
Drove to Monterey and walked Cannery Row
Imagining myself packing sardines in between
Midnight conversations with Doc and the boys (more…)

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#22

Ryan A. Bunch
Laughter

Thursday nights only
the hopeful walk the streets.
Frosted by dim lights,
painted in the whitewash
of the moon
we moths wander,
skipping across the neon signs
that dot the street
leaving silent ripples
in the abandoned last sip
of cheap plastic cups,
offering promises
only the dead can keep.
While our mothers, fathers,
grandmothers and grandfathers,
children and even birds sleep,
we wander our black hole purgatory,
caught between Eden and the cubicle,
hoping the sun will
let go and drift into space
so that we can finally sleep naked
against the silk sheet of the stars.
And we send out our laughter
crashing against the shield
of the endless black sky
like prayers.

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#21

Christopher Major
Sunk ?

Plastic mask
and air pipe
allow the
click-slurp
click-slurp
of regular breaths;
faces at the
glassy surface,
all anxious reflections.
Suddenly,
ripples caused
by metal paddles……….
peaks ‘n’ troughs
of a started heart.

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