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Out Of The Limelight, David James

Bryant Literary Review

Maybe it's my dislike for coconut,
my aversion to horror movies.

Ruffled Feathers, Murzban F. Shroff

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It was one of the finest buildings in South Mumbai

6802 Bayfield Ave. Arverne, New York, Brennan D'Elena

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He lights a cigarette and keeps
his hand steady on the wheel.

Confession, Brian Daldorph

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I don't have much to confess, actually.
I only sinned a few times, didn't like it--

One Survived, Shelley Joy

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He shoves the only cash he has at the Amtrak desk clerk.

Oui, Dennis Trudell

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It is raining in Paris,
and a thin woman takes off her clothes

Strolling In Guangzhou, Stephen C. Behrendt

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It's afternoon in Guangzhou
and I'm out with Maia,

Water Stone, Matthew J. Spireng

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A small translucent stone with water a million years old
trapped inside like a bubble, a liquid core purer, we think,

Where The Light Enters, Michael Pikna

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Max knocked lightly on Celia's door.

The Moon's Old Glory, David Dragone

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Overrated, exaggerated
The crescent hangs, worn-out

Game 5 Of The 2015 World Series (Pitcher Perfect Through 8 Innings), Frank De Canio

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"Call no man happy till after his death,"
Montaigne wrote. If, Harvey had died before

Let Wind, Timothy Clutter

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Let wind be the day-old toy
of a thoughtless god who can't
recall where he left it.

Iron Box, Emily Sheehan

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Was the sun shining when you stepped out into the world today?

Dresden, Robert Kostuck

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The mockingbird song is familiar, something from childhood; maybe a nursery rhyme buried in the deepest part of my memories.

Precipitate, Erin Redfern

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He had it in the bag.

He could have drawn

the string.

Inherent Vice, Brennan D'Elena

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The sun sets, pages age, leaves wither away.

Glass shatters, candy melts, eggs break, ponds dry.

Monastery, Marc Harshman

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Inside the cloistered quiet the men dug vegetables

and listened for God

Growing Up, Worlds Apart (August -- December 2014), Daniel A. Harris

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"What I didn't understand," you replied

as we talked of our first contacts with blacks,

Message Status, David Shrauger

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Sam awoke with a smile, just like he did every day.

He brushed his teeth with a smile,

Omaha Beach, Jon Malchiodi

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My only friend Bill sits beside me.

He smells like booze and is burning,

Fly With Me, Meagan Pessolano

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I drink to our love tonight

Cheers to all the lovers across the seas

Father's 86th Birthday, Douglas K. Currier

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He wonders why he should go another year.

He can barely walk; he can't grip with his hands

Trap, Susan Johnson

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A loud snap, a mouse half-trapped

one leg caught, one free, still leaping

Library Of The Lost, Howard R. Wolf

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He had spent years paying attention to his elders, and now he was one.

Elegy For Galway Kinnell, David O'Connell

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November, the first snowfall, a confectionary sugar,

is turning now to sleet, the evening's tempo quickening

Funky Fresh, Ryan Girard

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Warm lights flash

Scuffs of roller skates litter the dance floor

You Could Die Laughing (For Sarah Purnell And Especially For Anne), Don Fisher

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I told a co-worker about a mutual friend dying.

She thumbed away one tear.

Nothing, Nathan Rivas

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It's all I have to offer.

Not a penny for the man

shaking his cup,

John, Paul, George And Me, Brian Daldorph

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I was the Beatles' first drummer,

played the first gig at The Cavern

Laundry, Will Walker

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It's what separates us from the beasts.

Plato did not say I only wear

the idea of laundry;