Dead Babies – by Doug D’Elia

From a distance it looks as if she is carrying a sack of rice, but it’s a dead baby she’ll place at our feet with sad eyes, and a ghost of a chance. As if our magic, our special medicine could heal its napalm burnt, shrapnel infested body. As if we can bring her baby […]

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Odds and Ends – by Corey Mesler

I think a twist of metal is a spider. I think a spider is the Antichrist. I think the Antichrist sleeps at my feet. I think I will live forever. I find a note to myself written inside a seashell: There are no odds. I still believe in odds. I still believe in ends. I […]

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Scripture – by Tom Holmes

I learned to write watching mother mow the lawn. Back and forth. Ruling perfect lanes that her thin shadow marked. She did this every week – cutting and marking.

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Ma – by Ann Quinn

In Japan, Ma is the essential space of nothingness—the empty, the void. I’ve been thinking about the in-between places lately like the space between words and the silence between notes and the summer between school years and the nights between days and how essential the in betweens are and what I’m wondering is if death […]

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Mirror – by Thomas Zimmerman

The river’s mirror flows unseen, then seen, breathes mist that honeys tongues and throats in song, that jewels the threadbare waking mind. The green and black quotidian grows twelvefold strong and infinite. We see that everything is river-fed: the roots and sources, veins and arteries; the constant flux of wing and fin and hoof; the […]

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birds in a tree – by Corey D. Cook

one by one they drop to the ground – overripe fruit

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The Pond Heron – by Chella Coutington

I can’t think of my cousin without seeing the Chinese Pond Heron. Its yellow bill tipped in black. During mating season gray feathers flecked with white turn red. Low-lying, he wades in brackish water, spears a glossy frog. Cracks him in half before swallowing. One leg tucked under his body, he holds position. Behind a […]

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ECO ECHOES 8 – by Duane Locke

“Many things in the old days Made one popular among his peers: A sun tan, smoking cigarettes, slinging a yo-yo into the air, Underage whisky drinking, shaking hips in a hoop, Saying ‘Hubba hubba,’ shop-lifting in dime stores. Son, what makes one popular today?” “Dad, drug addiction.”

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for the record – by Jane Blanchard

for the record watching you play baseball or golf or whatever does not count as a date in my book

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What is Haiku and Does it Matter?

Across many haiku communities people argue about what haiku is. Some people write mostly haiku and attest that you need kigo (season words) or kireji (cutting words). Others believe that you must adhere to “5-7-5″—though most communities have abandoned this syllable count. And then there is senryu. As I understand, senryu is like haiku, except […]

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