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| "Tracings" by Sandy Beach "The Seer on the Wooden Pillar" by Paul Belz "The World Made from Cacophany" by Paul Belz "Unrequited" by John Birkbeck "Silence" by Curtis Church "In Paradise" by Rosemarie Crisafi "Just a Walk in the Park" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Columbus Circle Crooner" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Lobster Duck" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Sloppy Hair in Sunset Years" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Logarithms" by Tony D'Arpino "Lila" by Adriana DiGennaro "A Year of Mourning" by Ruth Dombrow "Conversations with a Naked Ascetic" by Alison Eastley "The Book of Scorpio" by Alison Eastley "Cloud Formations" by Rich Ives "Infancy" by Edith Kur "Hunt, 1831" by Joanne Lowery "Cold Turkey" by Joanne Lowery "Clark Gable as Muse" by Joanne Lowery "Accident in 16 Parts" by Joanne Lowery "Little Pears" by Joanne Lowery "After We Bought a Computer in 1996" by Shawn McLain "Seven Blind Men and the Elephant" by Ram Mehta "What I Want" by Corey Mesler "Stagnation" by Samia Ouederni "On The Walls:" by Marissa Ranello "Urban Cycle" by Marissa Ranello "Midnight Shift" by Cortny Riblett "Thief" by Cortny Riblett "When the Beach is Mine Alone" by Harding Stedler "Enter Stage Left" by Harding Stedler "Superman and Darlene Smith" by Deborah Stinson "Per-millennial Skyline" by Elizabeth Kate Switaj "Under the Umbrella" by Sara Toruno |
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| Of all the people I miss
from that summer of so many new why do I think of Lila? Lila with a face like a bird, her beaklike down turned nose shining when she smiled, her eyes like a parrot’s when she didn’t. Lila with no nail polish, no jewelry, no makeup except on Ken and Barbie Dance Night, freckles decorating her soft thin face. Her hair was glossy light brown tendrils long enough, she boasted, to cover her bare breasts. Lila, a new-age beatnik who smoked her cigarettes on Adirondack chairs outside Dolliver House. Lila who compared drug use to bending the straight metal rod that was your mind— “If all other drugs are like reshaping the metal,” she said, “acid is like blowing it up into a thousand tiny pieces, tossing it around like confetti.” Lila with arms stretched toward the sky, whirling in circles on the hill like a real crazy. Lila in a homemade hippie dress. Lila, words breathy and light, released like butterflies into the summer air. |
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