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Atop a Bank Tower by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] I stand atop a bank tower, surveying vast vistas, ridgelines of strip malls, copses of office mid-rises, clusters of single-family homes, raging rivers of cars. I stand atop a bank tower in a rappelling harness, loaded with slings,...

Blaze Orange by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Nimrod says Guns don’t kill, people do. That’s why I wear blaze orange. The brighter the color, The better the target: Now you can hate me all the more. Come on, you know You want to shoot something—...

The Four Cornered Universe by Alex Phuong

[tabby title="Poem"] East West North South Galinda Elphaba L. Frank Baum Rising in the east The sun will also rise once more Night is not the end For it is a new beginning when the clock strikes 12 Raise your...

Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 Nobody smokes a pipe much any more, except my partner, Sand The musty aroma penetrates back to the engineer’s office, Dad’s workplace. Pipes filled the trays on the large, heavy oak tables....

Archaeological Dig by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] A dig can have a tell-tale sign. If you know for what you look. That special find in the sandy nook. The artifact to fill our space-time line. An item dropped from far time away. Covered by ages...