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Together

09.18.12 Posted in today's words by

John Pursch lives in Tucson AZ. His poetry has appeared in many online journals including The Camel Saloon, Counterexample Poetics, and experiential-experimental-literature. His fiction was recently nominated for the Sundress Best of the Net 2012 anthology and his first book, Intunesia, is available in paperback from White Sky Books. You can follow him on Twitter or friend him on […]


Virtual Romance

09.17.12 Posted in today's words by

AJ Huffman’s most recent poem to appear here was [E]Motional Vacancies (May 2012). Virtual RomanceBy AJ Huffman Haven’t found Prince Charming?Try random acquaintances. Makethe first move. You’re privateand only available. [To] reach out.Get a stack of cards. List directions.Just hand them out to guys(aren’t telling the truth). Signup.*****Background screenings first *****It ensures you won’t get someonewho’s otherwise […]


Fifty Is Years Old Enough

09.17.12 Posted in words to linger on by

KJ Hannah Greenberg’s most recent poem to appear here was On Her Birthday, That Threshold of First Roses, published as part of Contributor Series 11: On Birthdays in July 2012. Fifty Is Years Old EnoughBy KJ Hannah GreenbergFifty is years old enough to sprout white hairs,Wear elastic-waisted skirts, sing off-key,Additionally, to rub eyeglasses clean on trousers,Handkerchiefs, […]


Wishing Home

09.16.12 Posted in today's words by

Jean McLeod’s most recent poem to appear here was Office Visit (August 2012). Wishing HomeBy Jean McLeod White curtains billow in easy airsoft as lover’s handsin the slant of June eveningswhen no healing’s necessary. When winds chaseserried leaves, the bay tiltsreflections over blue-hulled canoesupturned near shore. Soon, waves freezeon pine-needled sandand snow covers roofs. As I fall […]


Love in the Movies

09.15.12 Posted in today's words by

Jolene Paternoster’s most recent poem to appear here was Afternoon Lullaby (August 2012). Love in the MoviesBy Jolene Paternoster I. The breeze of my hand through your dark hairis the wind off the black and white ocean,is the piano crescendo under the close up on thefirst meeting of the lips that rise cataclysmicto trap all else in […]


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