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Randall Horton

Note from a Prodigal Son III

By Randall Horton The gavel
The splintered body
The red-neck guards
Cornelius Eady


By Cornelius Eady A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
Francisco Aragón


By Francisco Aragón Despite the absent head (whose eyes

were the green of apples)
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

America, I Sing Back

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
Jan Beatty

Zen of Tipping

By Jan Beatty My friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -
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