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I predict
November will
be full of promises
I couldn’t keep
I didn’t pay
and lovers
who wouldn’t lay.

Some modern day Methuselah,
I am a prophet
who can assure you
that each of her prophecies
will come true.

Sue Zalokar

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October 25, 2010 at 9:16 am

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The Secret War

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A leak somewhere
Along the wall

And the rushing catastrophe
The freezing water freed

It bites through the skin
To the intestines

And suddenly
It’s waist deep

The water is thick
With dirt and everywhere

Waist deep
The color of flood

Noah West

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October 21, 2010 at 6:23 am

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A College Infatuation

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I knew you were a weakness
a puzzle
I should better let alone

Photo: Sue Zalokar

But then, there was the factor of light
orange, striped
curving over you collar bone

with such delicacy I couldn’t
turn away, forgot
to moan while you moved

in and out of me, hands
my back, sweaty


Cassandra Kolsen

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October 10, 2010 at 9:44 am

One of Life’s Ugly Little Mysteries

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how is it
that a woman’s
has more value
bartered for with
is the pretense
of possible affection and plattitude
more important
than honest attraction?
the celebration a woman’s
tongue makes
as it glides
against the
sandpaper, raw-silk
of your skin
less erotic or surreal
because of the
absense of

it’s cost?


Julie McCurdy

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October 7, 2010 at 7:39 am

The Edge

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The mercy of the Muse
is a perfectly intimate
and timely mercilessness.

No one and nothing
has met me like she has.

No one and nothing else
has wanted me so unfurled,
so staunch, so finished,
so honestly endangered
and dangerous,
so lived.

She has worked to halt me
only when I was petty.

I have shown up for
the writing by my hand
of thousands and thousands
of poems.

None done casually.

And they in turn
have written me.

I am their artwork,
as they are mine.

They are the ear I listen with
to find the way I am to go now.

As you too may have noticed,
this world is made of solid music.

As you too may have noticed,
each dancer moves the music
even as music moves the dancer.

Here in this pattern’s fact
the act of art and
the art of action
know the same kiss of the world,
the same cut,
the same mercy that is
the most intimate and timely

Welcome, then, to this edge,
where we have always been,
where we will always be,
there being nowhere else
nor nothing else to be,
to do,
to love,
to flee.


Poem by Lance M. Loder

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October 1, 2010 at 7:39 am

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