Thank
you
for 
visiting

this issue dedicated to all the last small frogs...dying on all the black highways

Who  ~from Jake Ingrass

 
late at night we find out
who we are
when sleep came and went too soon
and the world stopped to rest
but
we did not
we find out who we are
eventually
anyway
without the night
but the night helps
it helps to focus
when you have given up on
sleep
but not on
life

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I Do?  ~from Mindy Roaw 

Do I dare
afterall
after
all
there was the death
the death of
everyone

well you asked
afterall
after the burnings at the stake
after the bitter
crusades
after
the ovens
after the bones of asia
you asked
and still the flowers
bloom in my back yard
and still
and still
still the
flowers
bloom

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Another Bunch  ~by summer breeze

write here in the middle of cyberspace
i'm gonna write a Bunch!
even knowing the money changers in the temple
have access to my hard drive and these words
even as they are writ cause i'm online writing
back a bunch!
well summer hopes you are having too much fun
and not having the expected brown days
at least not so many in a row
riding thru a storm does make the heart happy
after the swell
being a Bunch of the circle of our own choosing
home

we are all prodigal sons turning from father
better to see the father
better to see the another's point of vision
better to view the self
knowing gone we can know here
knowing here we can know love
knowing love
a flower or black plastic wrap
choices
manifest
and riding the geyser with trusted friends
is
a bunch

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Hellooooooo ~from Candle Melt

astoundingly
heartpoundingly
we are here
in this hour of derangement
daring the devil
who's laughing now?
the skinnyman who got kicked in the sand
the fat lady's finest hour
beneath the fire beyond the logs
all the fogs to shelter from our pain
when the frog song was fine company
before the princess' kiss
there was david
offering a firefly

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A Chip Is Not A Chad  ~from Lute Mitchell

simple perception
we all say "chair"
some feel comfort others electric
a chip may glow in the park
a hanging chad will sing "count me
out...not over"

simple concept
different only means deference
chip or chad
we're stuck in this muck until 
we respect our differences
and pass no laws regulating either/or 
chip or chad's truths
and repeal those that do

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Haiku ~from Noah One

revenge is not sweet 
it is cyclic feline claws 
furry poised to pounce