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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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June Journal: Saturday, June 15, 2013

by Don Mager With its departing mists, amber dusk wanders across the dinner hour’s shower, the way aromas drift their savory steam in a warm kitchen: turmeric stew and saffron rice and backing gourd-shaped halves of butternuts. The kinesthetic air pulses with color’s body.  It throbs in moisture’s glow. Buried…

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