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Kevin McLellan

A constellation of mint

By Kevin McLellan The blur of
bodies
scattering
Theresa Davis

Because She Thinks She Is Going To Hell

By Theresa Davis honey
you are not being judged
because your bones decided
Lori Desrosiers

That Pomegranate Shine

By Lori Desrosiers I was the wrong kind of bride,
more sweat than glisten,
more peach than pomegranate.
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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