Blue October

Blue October

Smurf hand
catching leaves as if snowflakes
pitted asphalt ready for winter

-Janie Braverman
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Heavy Metal Leaf

Heavy Metal Leaf

Winds thrash.  There’s a hardcore dance,
a breakdown of a slam song,
fractured parts, elements of rust,
steel strength guitars, electrified casting
from a playing limb.  Ironclad parts
fall onto earth’s drumming, singing.

Lucia Kiersch Haase
Spring Valley, IL

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A DEAD DIE

                       A DEAD DIE

A die should never be alone.
We’re revered in a pair.
We thrive on the gambler’s toss
Their hopes and their despair.
But deserted in a gutter?
So naked… so bare…

Paul Karrer podcasts

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directions

directions

careless arrows stretch
sinking in the pavement
offering something like BEST 8 PEOPLE
not even close
to any bar worth drinking

-Unmissed

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a leg

a leg

a severed leg melting in parking spot five.
a veteran’s cartoon plastic.
his loss felt casually from under a car bench.
some crackerjacks and aged french fries.
velcro shoes drumming softly overhead.
the story turning for home.

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Confetti

Confetti

1) Drifting streams of delicate paper
2) The softening noise and applause
3) A moment held in suspended color
4) Our laughs tangling at our feet

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full sun

full sun

FULL SUN
demanded
pointed sky high
yellow holding us hostage
a cheap warning of my failure

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A Note on Letters

A Note on Letters

In short,
your letters are all over the place.
The words are divorced,
the ink wouldn't commit, and
I don't feel much punctuation.
Take pictures, Bob.

-Unmissed

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Mickey

Mickey

He makes the rounds for lucky smiles
every part of him an icon
a happy thought endlessly revived
bandaging the stings of childhood

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The fruit net

the fruit net

Limes held hostage
a snip, a tumbling
the math of a knife
the chiming of glass
cocktails now served.

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