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Again – by Cathy Atkinson
My fingers contain memory that my brain does not They remember the letters and words The periods, commas, semi-colons, spaces The numbers and signs The weight of emotion The nuance of feeling You visited me early this morning You haven’t even knocked on my door until now and This time you didn’t knock You were
A Eulogy – by Jesse Doiron
Almost not there, in the hair on my leg, an ant traverses. With his machete mandibles, he ambles through the blondy brush and vines, canting his frantic antennae for signs of the lost column. Pausing only for a sip of sweat at some partially filled pore, he wipes his forehead with a leg and rests