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A frog staring ahead though blades of grass

one frog one scorpion

By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…

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The Last Visit

By Cheryl Loux My hands shook as I pressed my hair back to make sure it formed into a neat bun. I must look terrible, I thought. I inspected my dismal reflection in the glass window of the door. The weight of exhaustion was heavy upon my face. The previous…

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