“The Waiting Room” by Pat Wallace

The Waiting Room by Pat Wallace i shall miss this warm room i have lain fetus-like listening to the liquid sound of human voices survivor among stranded strewn seaweed drifting with tide of talk treading currents of conversation harbored refugees tell tales murmur  memories stutter tunnel to light     opens and i squirm through “The Waiting …

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“San Francisco” by Orlando N. Bonilla

San Francisco by Orlando N. Bonilla A golden coin Is hanging from your roof. Rolling automobiles Scratch the air of your belly, While the tip-toeing buildings Gaze toward the sky, And two long fingers Stretch across the bay. Flames of people emerge From the semaphores, Biting the ground With each step. At night, Your neon …

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Green Grownup Munch Yellow Fever I Suppose by Ron Gluckman The smell of left-over sunday corner nickel and dime wino lingered luxioursly between the aisles of a "hire a vet" ads and visions of Kentucky Fried souther handouts as the 12:02 stage roared its safely smelly arrival in a dazzle of vandalized green welcoming me …

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“are bones and red blood, dressed in flesh, to hold a soul.” (Janis Krug)

Under All the Layers by Janis Krug A city's finest peacocks flocked and strutted, dressed to celebrate the opening of the opera, but perhaps this rosy, roughed extravaganza was the opening of a vague Pandora's box. All were scintillating with complacent smiles, the ladies ruffled, most in black or white silk satin, and festooned with …

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