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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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A Sort of Twilight

by Mark Crimmins So there I am on the Bowery Cafe patio, sitting across from Cynthia Thorn for the third time in my life. We’re sat at a round white plastic table. I first met her at a conference in Sacramento and had her pegged as a deconstructionist. We had…

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