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JANE HUTTO

Family Picnic


Packed were hapless chickens,
Fried with backs and wings
And legs done up in crispy brown--
Sandwiches of olive, egg, and ham
Squeezed into a hamper covered
Over with Grandmother's finest linen.
Oh! We were so grand on the
Suwannee River's bank, and we
Drank iced tea and colas spiked
With salted peanuts.
Grandfather laughed and slapped
His leg, while children smiled politely
At jokes more stale than last week's
Light bread, but grown-ups nodded wisely
"Aha, aha," in the sticky summer air.
Then we all drove home together,
Singing sofAy under an early evening sky.

c2004 JANE HUTTO

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   MEGAN WEBSTER
Shavings

The shaved moon turns her sickle back to Venus and stars shower through her lunar arms fast as blinks. Shaving by shaving she waxes to full bloom, then turns her smooth face to Venus to celebrate Winter Solstice.

c2004 MEGAN WEBSTER
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   CHARLES P. RIES
Be Anything with Me

I wonder about the things people love. The things that make them feel alive. He felt alive - playing his accordion like a race car driver. Wonder why he'd wanted to play an accordion that fast? Think it helped him pick up women? Never thought of the accordion as a tool for the procurement of sex. But what do I know? I write to feel alive. I know it's not sexy. All alone in the basement, playing music no one can hear. Downhere I wait for inspiration. Populating worlds with people like that accordion player – short, stocky guy in an old tux. Probably from Russia is my guess. Playing so fast I see flames sprout from his finger-tips. I'm engulfed in a sea of flames. Open the window, let some air in, call the fire department. Where's my water? A god making worlds in his basement. Come join me. Let me give you a life, or a lover, or a clown's nose. Anything is possible when we're alive.

c2004 CHARLES P. RIES
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   APRYL FOX
Hair Saloon On Alberta Street

The sharp smell of hair spray lingers in my nose like after-shave. The woman with the '80s hairdo says it will be just a minute just a minute. She is busy performing lung surgery on a man with a mohawk and a gold nose ring that reminds me of a pirate in the Caribbean Sea. I flip through Vogue magazine, pretending to read the article about Michael Jackson or nail polish remover. When it is finally my turn I sit in the barber's chair and notice it does not swivel like the ones at the doctor's office. I tell her I just want a little to be taken off the top.

c2004 APRYL FOX
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about these poets

APRYL FOX published herfirst poem when she was twenty-years-old.

CHARLES P. RIES lives and writes in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He has completed work on a fictionalized memoir titled Riesville . His second book of poetry titled Monje Malo Speaks English was published in January 2003 by Foursep Publications. His poetry and short stories have appeared numerous publications. Some of these being: CLARK STREET REVIEW, ANTHOLOGY, CLEVIS HOOK PRESS/HAZMAT REVIEW, BARBARIC YAWP, FREE VERSE, SNR REVIEW, ICONOCLAST, STAPLEGUN PRESS, IODINE, ART:MAG, LUMMOX JOURNAL, POETRY MOTEL, BATHTUB GIN, LATINO STUFF REVIEW, FIRST CLASS, NERVE COWBOY, WORDRIOT, POESY, WISCONSIN RIVER VALLEY JOURNAL, ZEN BABY, M(ONKEY) K(ETTLE), THE ROCKFORD REVIEW, THE CALIFORNIA QUARTERLY, WELLSPRING, CIRCLE MAGAZINE, PEARL, RATTLE, DAYSPRING and 2RIVER VIEW.

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