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by DAVID McCLUSKEY Grey Dull white Not so sliver Not so bright Breaking rules Between dark and light Childhood opposites Confused, not right  Wayward pebble Skipping off from night Sky truant lost Concrete satellite 

by TANJA KOVAC  My skin slides sideways with every exhalation I touch the folk-soul, I am every nation My breath is the breath, the companion of the start The lung’s first lover, the friend of the heart.  My tip, toes,…