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Beverly Jackson

I Lost My Memoir The slam of cupboards and loud singing wakes me. I have to get my bearings, the strange bed, the fog in my head. Who is that? Wait, familiar voice. Tom!~ I can’t remember precisely what my…
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D.R. Wagner

Penultimate   I’ve got this house in the desert. They won’t find us there. You can wear a rose in your hair. Tomorrow is close, still small, still inert.You showed me the knife blade. It almost glowed when I touched…
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Michael Shay

Welcome to Zan Xlemente, Zalifornia My daughter M went to a nuthouse in San Clemente and all I got was this lousy metal keychain with CALIFORNIA writ large the blue of the sea under a gold-and-orange/red sun. M goes to…
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Margaret Spilman

Basic Rules for Party People The trick is finding who to be like. It’s a natural inclination to admire those loud, flinging their arms up types, those who like how their own voice tastes. They get fat off it, spill…
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