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Winter 2013 Issue

Force By Teresa Leo

Third Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
I ask my husband, ever the literalist,
if he missed me before he knew me…

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Birding by Ear By Susan Cohen

First Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
We’re mostly couples of that age when people start
to wonder what they’ve missed,
and set out to find it evenings…

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A Kite, A Frame, A Tail By Gregory Loselle

Second Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Consider how a kite struck from the sky
collapses on itself and creases up
in flight: a battered bird, a broken hand…

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Freefall By Susan Cohen

First Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
He plans to plummet
from the edge of space.
Freefall. Rainfall. Whirlwind….

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Sunday By Tracy DeBrincat

The hawk had a squirrel up in our eucalyptus.
Mockingbirds dove at them, persistent, fluttering, loud.
Sudden chaos in my favorite tree….

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The Last Sister By Tracy DeBrincat

This is the trouble with visiting the past:
you are not invited….

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Cohabitation By Clara Changxin Fang

Even this close we are constantly parting.
Mornings you stir coffee, cream blooms
in your cup like a white peony…

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Horse Cemetery By Denton Loving

On the far side of my family’s farm,
across the pasture and in the deepest
stretch of the western woods,
there was once a horse cemetery…

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Fall 2012 Issue

Our Potluck (Your Contribution) By Daniel A. Harris

Winner, 2012 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
“Cupcakes?!” “Oui, mais cupcakes de France!” you purr.
We grin — that coarse word young Julia, post-war,
would have scorned. Il n’ya pas un mot français….

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Winter 2012 Issue

Edie Watches the Tsunami from her Bed at Life Care Rehabilitation Center in Las Vegas, March 2011 By Paige Riehl

First Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Through the window was the concrete parking lot. Cars
came and went as if the drivers couldn’t decide….

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