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To pass the time,
we make snow cream
with milk and sugar
or chunk off frozen swords
hanging from the eaves.
Bug Confidential
Lisa Mae Demasi
It was a dismal August afternoon in coastal Alabama during a solo month-long rural writer’s retreat. The deafening chirp of the cicadas sounded from a moss-covered oak and the humidity could be cut with a knife. The clouds turned black, and thunder rumbled overhead, a daily event in Bay Shores this time of year.
Lament of the Afflicted
Deborah-Zenha Adams
In that year of subtle omens, all the irises
bloomed yellow, harbingers of passion and betrayal,
and we cut bouquets to fill a broken vase.
Next there came a wailing wind
even though the burdened air was stalled
and bamboo chimes hung stagnant.
Two Poems
Matthew Murrey
What a finale, to go down in flames
all the while streaming
fresh details right to the end.
Twenty years was good enough.
