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Sun shining over a mountain range.

My Mother’s Words

By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…

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The Noon Assignation & Counting

by Thomas Weedman It starts when I lose my keys at work and unexpectedly find K in my apartment bed. She’s a nubile barista I serve coffee with. She’s half my age and size, part-time bassoonist, but like me, a full-time flirt. Out-of-my-league, she and her touch-me-please mestizo skin are…

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Chair next to a window.

Sorting

By Thomas Weedman The last drag. You hold hot smoke in your lungs, flick the cigarette aside. It somersaults into the snowbank, and the butt-end comes up singed yellow, blurred as the sun in the marbled clouds. You exhale, trying for a halo of rings but suck at it. A…

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