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Jim Hanlen
Road House Guest Book Your pancakes could cover the pot holes so generous, they’d droop over the pavement. It's the journey not the destination. It’s the blasted journey. I'm thinking of leaving my gravelly children behind. Where is the turn-off for the road to Damascus? I counted eight ravens on the right side. Sally saw one eagle out the left window. I believe my girl friend came here 20 pages ago. Really beautiful. Freedom. Haven’t seen a fence since we left. Where is the mountain? We saw fog in London last week. You'll be hearing from PETA about the reindeer sausage. I‘m on top of the world.
Exposed
Jim Thiele
Beth Hartley
“Jesusita en Chihuahua” (a Mexican polka) Jesusita, You reckless wretch! Ayáhahaha! You led me down the garden path Your trumpets blared violins plucked Mariachis cried As we blithely Skip, skip, tap Skip, skip, tapped Spinning around the elephant on the dance floor… No me dijiste, pendeja, That his true love Sat at the back table With a rum and coke Tapping his knee
Open Doors
Cheryl Stadig
Just waiting For the music to stop.