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Spring 2017 Issue

Seabright By Catherine French

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The stink of human garbage persists
almost all the way to ocean
past the empties in bags left
where they were finished….

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Smoke By Catherine French

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Frank Gorshen – now he could smoke.
He would inhale the universe,
transfer it from thin air into his upper body
and let it sear through….

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Orientation By Helen Carey

Third Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
When my father was twelve
he visited his sister at college,
sat in on art history classes
and ate with the underclassmen,
watched the way older kids moved
through that well-manicured world…

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Unfinished By Helen Carey

Third Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
A fascination with the blank spaces
keeps this city still — the quick
inhale of dawn, the white
between your words —

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War By Lucy Ricciardi

Here comes the coming war, winching up a man-
hole, slippery, new to itself, not yet in a squad
of ardent followers cheering in the bleachers…

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The River By Lucy Ricciardi

Join me as we slip past the broad breath
of the fog, lapping us in our water, lit this

morning by flecks of sun reflecting our
mood as it swallows us, floating ever closer….

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Fall 2016 Issue

stormy weather By Aletha Irby

Winner, 2016 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
when greymalkin fisticuffs
and his sidekick
gherkin fiddlesticks
flanked by kinktail
the celtic-knot-tailed tomcat
minnie the moocher….

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The Neutron Bomb, Afterward By Brad Aaron Modlin

Just the rain clouds remember how to move
in this city of rotting bird nests and unfinished bottles…

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Lot’s Wife Beckons By Brad Aaron Modlin

Stillness and breathing are simple in this pillow
of salt. Here choices don’t exist — a lullaby.
Isn’t this what you want too, a space as white…

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Through the Loupe By E.M. Schorb

Great quiet things reside in viewpoint, if we think oddly enough. The leaf of grass, of course, when a child — how it looks to the ant like a frond. Life lied by size, pen lied by ink, later, everything lied…

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