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by Yvette Stubbs I get up, fall down Breathe deeply, hold on Pretend I’m on the deck of a boat Heaving in a storm drenched sea I walk tall and short Side to side, stagger, sway Rise with the upward…

by Yvette Stubbs Dusty ant hills of once vibrant oil paint His easel, a padded chair His last painting a man on a ski slope, that barely changed that year This painting will always be his canvased unfinished symphony Two…

by Jan Napier inside my head a spin cycle that won’t click off.                        sideways lurch       looping swoop       eyes shut      blurry whirl throat hosts acidic rise of tide.                       glance       ceiling swings…

by Jan Napier Offshore there’s a chop, gusting Southerly knocks tops off waves, shadows above water striping it indigo, navy, white finger of the lighthouse an admonition. Beachside anglers wince at wind driven sand stinging like sunburn, cast lines a…

by Ross Jackson our Amtrak coming in through stealthy twilight most of an hour rounding red river bends in shadow from furrowed hills now gliding alongside the doomed cattle those trainsets abandoned at Grand Junction— skid row for locos and…

by Ross Jackson I scan the painted horses racing through the railway underpass at Richmond at the first corner I come to, ‘Traditional spanakopita’ chalked on a board outside Hellas Cakes local seniors already tapping drinks as I walk by…

by Vanessa Proctor the squeak of footsteps in an empty hallway sudden chill alone in a shadowy room of coffins and mummies the curled and blackened hand donated in a biscuit tin its beckoning rim keeper of dark space Grecian…

by Vanessa Proctor In a distant past of ‘there she blows’ Old Tom, the orca, king of Twofold Bay led his pod, Hooky, Humpy and Stranger, herded baleen whales into the bay. Cruising to the whaling station, Tom would flop-tail…