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Imaginings set loose.

Phenom

By Nora Weston - unexplainable. exasperating, too, as he breathes life into Carrara marble, skilled like a clone of Michelangelo.

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Journey to the Center of the Poem

To Jules Verne | By Gene Twaronite - Dare I follow the cryptic runes of Saknussemm, descending into the shadow-kissed crater to follow unknown tunnels to the center?

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The Smell of Cinnamon Chassis Tails Shorn on the Ground

by Calie Voorhis - Seems to me some days I should dust the dirt off these battered boots, put on my finest blue dress, and skip down the Way...

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Bowl of Souls

by K. Eisert - Senator Heidi Montoya studied the man clad in an orange jumpsuit and shackled to a chair. A guard lifted the black bag from his head.

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Irony So Efficient

by Walter Dinjos - There is a reason the mirrors kiss the walls. When my late wife nailed the oakwood-framed one next to my bathroom, she called it a reminder of how far we've come.

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Rosalee

by Katie Boyer - She flexes her toes in new high-heeled shoes, feels the press of Earth gravity on her body for one last day, discomfort in the balls of her feet.

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The Extractor’s Daughter

by Ken Hoover - On the mesa’s flat expanse, the mine shaft was a crude hole, a soulless eye. As Vallen Doss peered into it, a dank sulfuric breath wafted from the opening.

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The Past, Present, and Future of Ice Fishing

by Clay Space - The wind on the frozen ice bit through the hides he wore for protection, but he had long ago learned to forget about the bitter cold.

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A Superlative For Goodbye

By Jude-Marie Green One rocket lumbers along to the launchpad. Earth-bound and clumsy now, gorgeous with potential. It’s yours. You’re the last. You should be proud of that.

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Changing Woman Gives Birth to Coyote

by Betsy James
Your two-penny face,
bright as your father's,
wrinkled tight.

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