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Suddenly, the ship takes on a face,
and the mud below finds a new neighbor.

And the sea?
It looks peaceful again—on the surface, at least.

— Colorado Flower

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"New feet within my garden go" by Emily Dickinson — musical poem on V2Melody

Flamboyant fall foliage

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Promotional graphic for "Grace Race II" poem and song by Bill Kochman featuring author photo, quill icons and website link

The X Files: Bonnybridge, October ’95
Hugh McMillan

Lorrayne
before you hit me with that object
shaped like a toblerone
let me explain.
We only went for a half pint and a whisky
then set off home but somehow
lost two hours on a thirty minute journey.
My mind’s a blank
but Brian clearly saw
Aliens with black eyes and no lips
leading us onto a kind of craft.
I tried to lash out, explain that I was late,
but they used some kind of numbing ray on me:
it put me in this state.
Lorrayne, don’t you see what it explains?
All the times I crawled home with odd abrasions.
Put that down Lorrayne,
don’t you see I have to go again,
for the sake of future generations?

Summer's end leaves morbid husks
standing guard, heads bowed at dusk
wilting, weeping, row by row
#sunflowers bend in slumber's tow.
Their tears fall dry - the seeds they sow
will rise exhumed from graves of snow
to bask in warmth the sun does send
until again, comes summer's end.

~Beyond the Onions~ Ross McDermott ~

A mony-brainchin' candelabra fills
The lift and's lowin' wi' the stars;
The Octopus Creation is wallopin'
In coontless faddoms o' a nameless sea.
I am the candelabra, and burn
My endless candles to an Unkent God.
I am the mind and meanin' o' the octopus
That thraws its empty airms through a' th' Inane.