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by Sean Lause

Fever hangs in the willows.
The man with the cocksure eye
awaits you down this road.

Trees spell their leaves in syllables of fear.
A black ghost and a white ghost
dance a mystery through your past. Continue reading

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Abecedarian: The Final Cut

by Debbie Hall

You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone
–Joni Mitchell

Aloha, Po’ouli, you shy little black-faced
bird, last one down from Haleakala’s slopes,
captive and tended by the hopeful, your one good eye Continue reading

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