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Fall 2013 Issue

Toothache By Jack Miller

Winner, 2012 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
“I’ll meet you at the hotel,” you said, so I’d gone on alone despite the storm,
the wrong kind of sugar for the all-night drive. I gave up at 1 AM,
ice accreting on the windshield like rock candy on the string…

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Five-Course Noir By Jack Miller

Winner, 2012 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
D.O.A. begins near the end: Frank Bigelow, his blood bright
with luminous toxin, having solved the mystery of his own
murder. The rest is a dead man’s tale, an extended flashback….

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The French Have A Word For It By Jack Miller

Winner, 2012 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
Only in the Mysteries room would
you show me what you’d hidden,
slyly pulling from beneath your shirt
those strawberries…

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As I Walked Into the Middle of the Night Squinting By Lucy Biederman

He says But you don’t know
You kind of love
When someone holds
The night by its toes and
All the adjectives fall out…

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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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