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About the Author Edward Peterson is an artist/poet. He lives in Lockport, IL and grows vegetables to feed his children and alien wife. His work has most recently appeared in After Hours and Reverly. Waking Jack Said Sophie to Jack, "Do you feel distant from your family?" & the answer shot "of course," and when the gun refrained Jack's mouth collapsed on gums, the way a week's decay makes the Jack-O-Lantern appear more human and frightening >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Fold up the faces Don the ritual smocks Pinch closed all the beaks Flock silent as raindrops Then, if you please, the speeches and finger foods freckled cubes of cheese. "Jack was so plump & round & I loved him from every angle. He was my march of time my most effective line. He was my helplessness, my fear. Queer how the snarl on his lip endeared right until the end & I have never grown a pie &...

about the author Niko is also known as "The Bear". (I saw the) Elephant Spiteful Natasha told Dmitri I never saw an elephant when I went to Leningrad. So while she dreamed her girlish dreams Fast asleep in bed that night I cut her hair off at the scalp stroked my cheek in satisfaction with the silky flaxen braids smelled a memory in the darkness of meadowsweet and chamomile. I bit hard on Tanya’s hanky as she rubbed salt into my back. Brokenworld They speak of shameful things in the brokenworld where arms and legs and heads fall away into limepits I will keep your dreams bound with mine in an envelope inside a chocolate box with views of Venice on the lid Tread with care over the rubble of aspirations gather small things to protect you a child’s lost shoe the ribbon of my nightshift the bone clip carved to hold my hair from tumbling down showing my wantonness These relics And our shattered deathmask effigies Chiseled with sorrowful expression Will be the things By which O...

Ca ne fait rien (with apologies to Ogden Nash) "Even though the people stare, I am the man who wasn't there, I am not there again today, I wish to God I'd go away." Defining Things Ordinary people like Tina and Mike have always existed. Folks, who care for their children, care for their parents; family is first. They observe traditional role models, they are honest, decent -- they work hard. They look forward to their holidays, enjoy them, enjoy each other’s company and still kiss each other when they have been apart for half an hour. They dance holding each other close or jive together whenever and wherever they feel like it, even when only they can hear the music. They do not ask for anything from anyone, give to others as much as the boundaries of their lives permit them to give. They live and let live. In times gone by Tina and Mike would have produced child after child, some living , some dying in infancy, they would have been part of a close knit community whe...

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Niko Bear (I saw the) Elephant Spiteful Natasha told Dmitri I never saw an elephant when I went to Leningrad. (...) Brokenworld They speak of shameful things in the brokenworld where arms and legs and heads fall away into limepits (...) Edward Peterson Waking Jack Said Sophie to Jack, "Do you feel distant from your family?" (...) poetry maybe there hung a light on a pole in an alley and maybe it made just the top of the car shine and maybe there was a cricket that chirped for its life as the days turned cold (...) Sylvia Silberger Godel's Ghost We, the aged fragments of hope, fear, love and loss, on this last tree wait,(...) Janet Richards Camera Shake one aboriginal activist released from jail two house fires: no injuries three mayors(...) Becoming acquainted with Laura Laura tells me she used to wear clothes four sizes too big. She wanted to be invisible. She had children early while friends were educated, her husband passed away.(...) Stary Night Angry Nude & N...

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