TAYLOR GRAHAM : One-Lamb Night
TRINA STOLEC : Cloud Flowers
JOHN AMEN : The Lonely Vacation
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TAYLOR GRAHAM
One-Lamb Night
The radio breaks in again - 2 a.m. alarm.  I was up at ten-past-midnight  with the bummer-lamb, newborn rejected  by his dam who paces, bleating,  in her pen. He's hardly bigger than a wren, this birthling  in the cardboard den I've fixed for him.  He's asleep. Then blam! The radio breaks in with news. Disaster,  war. And then it's daylight.  Pluck the eggless hen. Can such a lamb  survive? Ewe, ram - all bound  for slaughter. I too  am destined for sleep, I know - but when? The radio breaks in.
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TRINA STOLEC
Cloud Flowers
Like fog… there, but not Gone by Slip stream Slip by History… It was fun, then it wasn't Lasse faire: ruler beyond reason Logic passed Common Sense in the right lane of the country lane to nowhere Excuse me, I'm afraid you missed the last ferry; Charon doesn't return for late comers Have to wait til he has time to die Relax Enjoy the loving act vanishing into the vapid void abyss Reason passed Logic on the Autobahn. Logic could only manage 25 mph.
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JOHN AMEN
The Lonely Vacation
Empty chairs under a blue umbrella. A toothless man standing in water ankle-deep, holds up a dead shark. His son, bleeding from the eyes, flogs himself with palm leaves. A naked woman smiles at me, breasts heaving like buoys, tar trickling from her thighs. Her husband, chewing a fishhook, is dressed in tinfoil, wedding ring burning like a nova. The lifeguard recites sonnets to a teenage girl clutching a palm pilot. Tourists flock down boardwalks to see a messiah turn chicken bones into IOUs.
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TAYLOR GRAHAM : One-Lamb Night
TRINA STOLEC : Cloud Flowers
JOHN AMEN : The Lonely Vacation
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