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L. WARD ABEL : The Economy
CRAIG KIRCHNER : Baghdad Dream
AURORA ANTONOVIC : How To Not Write A Poem
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The Economy
Coming home in the outskirts are vacant lots under a changing. They had a mist hung over each of them. I surmised the fog as spirits buried under demolition liens. They rose in unison as a battleground of lows moved in primary color lines and arrows above. Funny how none of the spirits had blue sky for graves only ones of earth glass, beams and bone.

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Baghdad Dream
He's dancing alone, naked, but with helmet and bayonet. The music is loud like Polka. The ballroom is full of gawking pinstriped figures standing barefoot on the hardwood floor, but he's twirling too fast to see their faces. He bolts, ashamed, booted now and fatigued, down a Persian-rugged hall, to steps that get steeper as his legs shorten and the music fades. He comes running too quickly to a gold-gilded roof, where chilled with a surge of cool night air, silver with smoke, sweet with the smell of rotting meat, the bends suck the oxygen from the blood in his head, leave it stagnant, too heavy, like limp slaughtered flesh, and the gristle binding his bones melts, feigning marbling in fine beef, pretends it will make savory the aging, but collapses him quickly to skin-dotted, full-dress bones, open-mouthed, thick with craze-eyed flies too fresh from naked Dachau dancers.

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I will not write with pen and ink
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How To Not Write A Poem
See how many chocolates you can eat Without biting into a single one 11 miniatures Gag on a sugar high See how white the faded denim fringe of your cut-off shorts Looks against your tanned thigh Turn your arms this way and that, Compare them against the aforementioned thigh See which is darker (it's the thigh, it's always the thigh) See if you can make water bead up on your forearm Count the vitamins left in your bottle sitting on your desk Play with toe ring Tap a tune on your keyboard See how it comes out looking like 3489ut9 foesdvx790eiritr9u043903 Deep condition your hair Polish your nails Take up crocheting Happily pick up ringing phone only to find Irate editor at other end Looking to pick fight Yes, you understand the meaning of deadline No, you don't need to look it up Yes, you will quit procrastinating Immediately become brilliant Write something witty and dazzling Sparkle on paper All the while vowing not to go near the candy section Of the department store again.

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Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
-- Oxford English Dictionary


L. WARD ABEL : The Economy
CRAIG KIRCHNER : Baghdad Dream
AURORA ANTONOVIC : How To Not Write A Poem

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