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NANCY A. HENRY

Haunt


Once you walked outside this world of dust,
the sullen outcry of the wind and rain.
Dreams distanced you from dawn
until the birds exploded you in song
back into the world of alarm clock,
confused arsenals of red leaves
charging the chilling earth.
How many flowers have fallen now,
do you suppose?
You kick through on your way,
footsteps tearing rich brocade.
The weak-tea light of afternoon
trembles with bells, echoing fainAy,
then extinguished in the empty sky.

c2004 NANCY A. HENRY

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   CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS
Blue Paper

She'd write on blue paper Wouldn't phone a plane, train time & place there would be a common corner no, she wouldn't wear a carnation what coat or no coat would depend on the weather they would falter briefly, she would know his face not the sound of his voice he would speak first some café would be busy, maybe a sunday, coffee would taste the same she'd pass sugar he might refuse he'd offer cigarettes she'd accept, her hand might tremble near the flame he'd say there should be an avenue of kowhai here but maybe they would die in the city & capsicums don't grow well in window boxes she'd write on blue maybe yellow paper enclose photos of cathedrals flour mills send it airmail

c2004 CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS
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   ALBA HACKER
One More P.K. on the Run from God

They secured a lock to shut all overflow: *No use in getting wet if one can avoid it.* They erected dams on fault lines, every year new designs, sealed in chapter and verse. With each ripple witnessed, every fall and rise, any bend or cove's depth measured, recorded in black books. But her stream refused containment; it loosened bits of sand and brick until it trickled, drifting out of bounds. And they scrambled to hide seeping cracks. I remember when the front caved in a roar of white rapids: frenzy drowned deafening church bells.

c2004 ALBA HACKER
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   JARRETT FULTON
Days of Yesterday

I lie in this cell; my dead brother sits there adjacent, I killed him for his wife And his revenge is all too placid Those devilish eyes seem to laugh I cannot stand it!

c2004 JARRETT FULTON
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JARRETT FULTON has written poetry for a year now and has received high praise from editors in the States and United Kingdom. His poems are now featured in Behold, The Harrow, Alternate Species, Harlem Live, and DrumsBeat Magazine.

Some of ALBA HACKER's recent work appears in Disquieting Muses and in the e-zine Can We Have Our Ball Back.

NANCY A. HENRY's poems have appeared in Animus, Nerve Cowboy, Southern Humanities Review, Poetry International, The Hollins Critic, Spoon River Poetry Review, and over 200 other publications in the US, UK and AU. NANCY A. HENRY, an Associate Editor of The Café Review, teaches English composition and literature at Southern Maine Community College. She has been a co-editor of the Maine poetry anthology A Sense of Place. Her chapbooks "Anything Can Happen" and "Hard" were published by MuscleHead Press. NANCY A. HENRY has also received a Pushcart Prize nomination and an Atlanta Review International Merit Award.

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