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JOHN HORVATH Jr : Appalachee Twister
SIMON PERCHIK : Star by star
ANTHONY LICCIONE : When Death Strikes

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Appalachee Twister

On an all-day-rainy Sunday afternoon in a bland, flat country under skies repeating shades of gray to horizons the thin blue line of morning became a sulphur-yellow wall under a purple thatched roof spewing swirling whips that sparked when snapping treetops. Under calm, bleached clouds, someday soon, I will drive west to the raw sawtooth forest that fought the wind and lost but sucked rain up root and trunk to make new leaves. I will collect branches to build fires under the winter hearth and, in the cackling light, I will tell my grandchildren of the day that I survived.

from Greatest Hits 1970-2000 Johnstown OH: Pudding House, 2002 (Gold Invitational Series)
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Star by star

Star by star you add a word the way the Earth still darkens from the bottom up, lets you hold on keep it from shedding just its light and your fingers –you write as if this stone was already black and step by step your child-like name pinned on to become its last breath while you steer the lettering back home leave spaces for this iron waterfall to point from under some mountainside at whispers that no longer move smothered by braids, shoulders, kisses that are yours, oceans, winds, mornings blacker than this dirt and lost.

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When Death Strikes

When Death strikes, I hope to not be living only for myself, I hope it doesn't find me drinking with the fish. But foremost - Death don't come while I'm in the bedroom entertaining my wife, in the heat of the night- unable to open the window. Tossing in boredom on the lumpy side of the bed, wishing, hoping, praying Death will find that someone who stole the screen from out of my window.

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Simon Perchik is an attorney with poems in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, and elsewhere. His magnificent collection Almost Rain is published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com.

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