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Lyn Lifshin
Richard Kostelanetz
Karyn M. Bruce
Duane Locke
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Laszlo Slomovits
Kufre Udeme
Michael Lewis-Beck
A. J. Huffman
Nugent Karhu
Fred Wolven
Shutta Crum
Fatmir Terziu
Steven Gulvezan
Kyle Hemmings
Adeeko Ibukun
Chris Cialdella
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Chris Lord
Dike Okoro
Jennifer Burd
Alisa Velaj
Joanie Freeman
Jeton Kelmendi
Richard Luftig
Dzekashu MacViban
Mike Berger
Al Ortolani
Ndue Ukaj
Alan Britt
Jennifer Burd &
Laszlo Slomovits
Diane Giardi
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Fred Wolven
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Tonight I am waving goodbye from the safety of the porch light while you
drift off thick in the
dark like a Summer breeze.
How strange to walk towards the horizon, where you can never bee--
always a long sky.
Looking out from here, clear black night, I have been up for hours stealing
glances at a star
under the rafter sitting like a razor blade, only to have forgotten
now, the magnolia flowers littered on the ground this time of year, things
disappear slowly,
other times quick like when the crickets stop singing.
Leaving, dying, amnesia--they must be like this moment after the final chorus,
Wondering where it all went, still hearing rhythm in my head and grasping
after it--fists full of
wind. I already have memories of you when I turn--the
moon is a half smile shining
down on your mouth--
how strange to be standing still for this, looking out from here,
the branches swaying beyond you.
Chris Cialdella, Kalamazoo, Michigan