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Meg Pokrass

Hi, Hi, Hi!   At first they felt zippy and free, his bird-night summer e-mails. One e-mail would say just a few warm words, trail off, be gone it seemed— but then, surprise! An hour later, ten more, like bugs…
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Steven John

Adagietto for String Section and Solo Harp   We’re numb from bed heat. Rippled skin from storm-torn sheets, with the scent of animal, rut stained. We’re ship-wrecked. Shot foxes with hollowed out faces. Ferrets slithering from the burrow. Shattered plates…
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Claire Polders

Swan Lake   The night I met her she was wearing all white, as a ruse perhaps, for she was no angel. One look into her eyes and you knew: flammable, ambivalent, relentless. She was shaped like an angel, though….
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Al Kratz

Union Forever   Years later, Christopher and Meryl divorce. Years later later, Christopher and Meryl are to re-marry. “I’m not getting them another wedding present,” I say to Barbara, my wife, the love of my life, the woman who never…
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