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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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Man holding helmet approaching motorcycle

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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