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For Alan Fong “The Bengal jungle is being turned into small farms. Soon the Bengal tiger will have to leave the jungle floor for the hills. In those hills, the tiger can easily be hunted to extinction.” There are still tigers Who chill the marrow fibers frigid, Tigers in the hill high lands And once [...]

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Hipshot toes in Mer Street baths Punt aquamarine tiles. Mrs. Poolan flops, crawling. She blows hot and cold Soggy in returning undertows. Chloric sinkage Tugs her bold front. A knee action recovery stroke Outperforms sloughed-off sun tan, (a jellyfish-skirted dolphin). Deep end?Äôs a brow mop Barely tow hypolimnion tides For it all to clout back.

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The box always gets opened. And you will hear blackbirds ringing as thunder claps in soft rain. Look for the bluebirds to be chanting Her grace in the lightning. Sharp love lives within these spirals.

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We begin the way East, west. Into the ocean with many names. Animals stir the dark inside us, like questions, crawling & hungry. So many answers. We cut them down, make room & call it shelter, a space & time of our own. A new frontier to probe. This is freedom. & it?Äôs scary. We [...]

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for G. M. I. THE MOTHER The emerging impersonal taken personally— to crack the shell an institution called all-knowing love I feared I would be the moon perpetually eaten by the days— disappointment & guilt This is a rite Words come quickly & loud— I’m not to believe in myself “the miracle” gave her power [...]

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YOU ARE THE DARKEST NIGHT THE NEW MOON OF ALL MOONS THE BEGINNING OF WHAT IS TO BE FULL AS YOUR LIGHT INCREASES YOUR MYSTERY DECREASES FOR NOW I KNOW IT’S THE SUN’S LIGHT THAT ATTRACTS YOUR DESIRE TO BE WHOLE WITH LIGHT YOU NEED EYES TO SEE AND YOU STILL QUESTION WHAT IS FREE [...]

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It was a simple act of taking; a failure to believe: things would drop into place would come without our work would awake in us “the genius of Newton”

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Every apartment house in town needs a handyman around. If the manager?Äôs out of town, if the owner?Äôs not around, the tenants in the street will be calling you. If there?Äôs a leak in 402 they?Äôll be calling you. If there?Äôs a squeak in 202 they?Äôll be calling you. If the lady in 101 can?Äôt [...]

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Poeartry by Charles Frederickson & Saknarin Chinayote Hoarse race strep deep throat     Putrefactive septic grating sore lo        Badverteasement messages aloe massaging egos           Off-track bettor or worse tri(per)fecta           Hallohaha Obamama surf?Äôs up Dude        Also-ran soaking defeat sucking lozenges     Now I lei me downhearted Hillary grass skirting hip-hop hula-ti-da Lone Star [...]

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in a nursing home blinded with macular degeneration. I come to you, blurred eyes, crystal mind, countenance of grace. as yesterday’s winds I have consumed you and taken you away. “Where did God disappear to?” You murmured over and over again like running water or low voices in prayer: “Oh, there He is, angel of [...]

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Southern Cross emitting hopeful rays      Silvery tinsel aurora australis afterglow          Gold Coast spawning red coral              Calcerous skeletons high-spirited reefer madness > > > > > > > > > Sun major regenerative energy source      Earth tilting elliptical orbit axis          Circadian clockwork regulates daily rhythms              All-too-predictable 7/11 rotations open 24 [...]

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She stood in the kitchen looking out the back window at her garden and asked how often do you think about our history and what it means to be American standing knee deep in the blood of other folks the insanity of slavery and how it coats your insides with horror Now you peep around [...]

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An inscription on the photo said the heart is a portal Some pick melody as the way through some dance as if on fire and others write lines to travel time he was sight traveling preparing to transition dancing with the moon traversing the stars come on in here and sit with me awhile girl [...]

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The tines of the fork are rusty Sister de Strange comes warbling like a loon peddling cracks and fissures flipping the invisible shipping starfish to interstellar galaxies She frets and moans filming flimsy desires crating unrequited love claims it?Äôs the perfect charm for Poseidon Coyote bears watching he?Äôs on a switch back trail leading nowhere [...]

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Gail Mitchell is the featured poet tonight during the open mic at Listen & Be Heard Poetry Cafe in Vallejo, CA There are saints picking out rotting flesh from their teeth ambling down highways of lost experience seeing in the clouds the hand of God And ever watchful for strange weather patterns they beating down [...]

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