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Friday, March 23, 2018. Three Poems by Victoria Crawford. Shaking her sky blue skirts,. Free dinner, strutting,. And spreads his tail for. Next season will see young pigeons. Two doves, neat checkered. Necks, lurk on the fringes. Nest waits in a broad-leafed. Old tree, no eggs yet. A breeze quivers heavy seeded.

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Where words come to burn . Kind of a Hurricane Press. Wednesday, July 1, 2015. Three Poems by April Salzano. My Grandmother and a Baked Potato. At the deli, she wants to know. If they will wrap it up. I point to the foil,. Trying not to make a face that mocks. The Great Depression mentality, the need. To know that half can be saved for later. We have stood in the long line counting. Chicken is nothing without two fresh sides. The sun is an opiate, giant.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015. A Poem by Michael Lee Johnson. I love the walk on the isle. I stand on solid ground. You preach to me,. And Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems. He also has over 70 poetry videos on YouTube. I will tell the b.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015. Three Poems by April Salzano. I travel the length of your name. Down a driveway that is no longer. Ours, my pace slower than it should be. In the middle of another winter. Of snow has fallen between every yesterday. The good thing about a prison. From down here, everything. Looks the same as the day we left,.