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Fahredin Shehu
Elisavietta Ritchie
Uvie Gwewhegbe
Jennifer Burd
George Miller
Robert Penick
Laszlo Slomovits
Richard Gartee
Gale Acuff
Stephen Sleboda
Robert Nisbet
Chris Spitters
Silvia Scheibli
Michael Lee Johnson
Alicia Mathias
Alan Britt
Y. Przhebelskaya
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Alex Ferde
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Shutta Crum
Fred Wolven
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Francis Ferde
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FLAMENCO GUITAR
Gypsy
with a pinched felt fedora
enters the tavern,
straddles a wooden stool,
and tilts his dingy brim to strum Seguiriyas
from a silk guitar.
Swallows like ashes rise from the guitar’s belly.
Late afternoon sun with hips of dice
scatters shadows across the floor.
Two shadows hunch beneath a white ceiling fan
while others ravage the splinters of sunlight.
The guitar exhales.
Coquinas tap Morse Code
against an old woman’s loneliness
as she rises to brush her heels
against the wooden dance floor.
The guitar teases her
with a goblet of Graciano dreams.
Droplets from the guitar’s crystal waist
shatter beneath the old woman’s heels.
BELOW
THE SURFACE
(What
does the sea want?
Its whips falling and falling.)
~Ye
Chun
I’ve got a reed for a brain
burping algae bubbles
below canal water.
But I’ve got a drum
and a vision.
Hear the hammer on nails,
felt hammer
tapping delirious strings
attached to
a horned owl’s tympanum?
I’ve got a drum
and what’s left of a vision.
So, I might as well,
as Ye says, embrace
the sea whips
falling and falling,
instead of giving birth
to snowmen, who bleed
to death on a strange planet
with unfriendly weather?
THE MYTH OF CATS
So,
this is it?
Death swirling us down
the drain of existence?
Death with a Byronic foot
invading our comfort zone?
Death in ostrich re*nery
nursing the milk of life
from the frozen nipples
of the universe?
Alan Britt, Reisterstown, Maryland