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RALPH MONDAY
Sunday Night
To ride you like a kayak across the Styx, personal aruspex, postmodern oracle where in the caverns that we sail I eat your thaumaturge mind. There in water, in shadow, skimming your depths, mind tongues, I would travel downward to your ambiguous emanations at the recessed core, concentric nucleus chaotically swirling singularity. You cannot resist. There, your tongues know a thousand different voices, ungendered. There, layered pathos stripped bare, you offer up the language of the living.
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JOHN GREY | A Woman Not Here, Mostly
CARLY SVAMVOUR | Blackbirds in Baghdad
JANET BUCK | Metaphors of Fog
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TOMAR JACKSON | Land of Roses and Tears
DOUG POOLE  | Myth #1 - Cradle of whale bones
JOHN AMEN | twilight blues
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GALE ACUFF | EXODUS
RAY FOREMAN | I'd Like to See You Write Better Poems
DAVID BARNES | Précis
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ROBERT J. STOUT | Puerto Nuevo, Mexico
MEAGAN CASS  | Hand in Hand
GRACE CAVALIERI | Dates
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VALENTINA CANO | A Family
RUTH DAIGON  | The Drowning
ERIN ELIZABETH  | Simply a Poem on Wanting
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WILLIAM DORESKI | The Landfill Conference
CHARLES P. RIES  | Los Huesos
CHARLES P. RIES | Erotic Geography
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JUDY HOGAN | This Sacred Way - 5 October 19, 2008
SARA CLAYTOR  | Dancing Towards the Sun
RAY FOREMAN | Bapu
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BOB BRADSHAW | A Survivor Of The Titanic Talks To A Reporter Forty Years Later
THOMAS UNGAR  | Sonnet
PHYLLIS JEAN GREEN | Rock, Paper, Poem - A Learning Exercise
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L. WARD ABEL | The Economy
WARD KELLEY | Never Marry It
KAREN ALKALAY-GUT | On the Statistic Probability of Miracles
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TAYLOR GRAHAM | Hymn: Him of Us
ILYA KAMINSKY  | Maestro
APRYL FOX | Awakening
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KELLY JEAN WHITE | Your father and I were Siamese
JOHN HORVATH Jr  | Old Kolto, the Checkers Master
SUSAN TERRIS  | Is the Sun the Same as Yesterday's Or Is This Fire Different from That Fire?
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DAVID FRASER | My Bio for the Next Submission to a Magazine
TAMMY VITALE  | Convert
NANCY CHERRY | The Hammer

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WILLIAM DORESKI
The Landfill Conference
At the landfill conference I learn to recycle metal, paper, glass for profit. Debates on plastics trigger quarrels that often end with fist fights in the parking lot. Organic polymers confuse dump attendants who prefer bundled newspaper, broken- down cardboard boxes, and glass smashed in giant dumpsters. Sorting aluminum and steel cans tests their intellectual ardor for their job. Polyethylene, polypropylene, polystyrene, polyvinyl chloride, poly- tetrafluoroethylene test their patience and tempt them to strike innocent family members after a couple of beers at home. Lacking organic chemistry, I can't follow the discussions about breaking down polymers with starch, bacteria, sunlight, so I leave the room to get some air. But outside the conference hall black smoke fills the streets. A fire in a transformer sickens the view. Police and fire crews herd people indoors to escape the foul odor. Back in the conference hall power is out, the crowd has dispersed. I recycle myself to my room by climbing twelve flights of stairs. I haven't learned to distinguish thermoplastics from thermosetting polymers, and what about bioplastics and acrylics? The black smoke curls at my window but can't get in. Dozing off, I murmur Bakelite, parkesine, nylon; and with a shift of mood I dream I'm wearing my favorite sea-blue Orlon sweater, indifferent to its synthetic feel yet braced by its chemical color.
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