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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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Fragmented

by Deana Wilson “TEN!” Dark.  Too dark. Cramped.  Stiff.  Stuffed in like carrots in a vacuum sealed bag.  Elbow in my gut; tangle of hair in my face. Carlotta! Too dark!  Can’t see! Blonde hair on my tongue.  Gasping…. “Carlotta!” How?  Why blonde?  How do I know — “Carlotta!” No…

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