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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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Old red telephone

Dead Man’s Embers

by Moe Hashemi (This story contains suicide.)           To bring the dead to life           Is no great magic.           Few are wholly dead:           Blow on a dead man’s embers           And a live flame will start.                     —Robert Graves, “To Bring the Dead to Life”   “How are you feeling,” he says. No hellos…

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