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  Aug 2020 Icy Blu
Savio Fonseca
At Nights, I take My Loneliness
and Add to it, a Tear or Two.
Throw in some Emptiness.
Mix them up, till I'm Blue.
Keep them under Cover.
Near to My Broken Dreams.
Then sail My Boat of Sorrow,
on Waves of the Silver Streams.
I could always feel it happening,
when Loneliness was Around.
My Feet which were once steady,
kept sinking in the Ground.
  Aug 2020 Icy Blu
Dennis Willis
Just the right distance
from
Can't get far enough away
Safe
shadowed and still
you can't see me
out
here

where letters slow
down where typing
slows down and
letters want to crawl
back up my fingers
from whence
they came

undo close
undo undo undo
nothing happens
and the wound
doesn't close

I have 12 percent
distance
bowl distance
molecules
of masking flood
to the fingers
where the fight has declined
to skin on plastic keys
immune to pressure

the forefinger tip tracing the squarish
key of j
or is it J

Circling definitions feed
on my showing up as
posing weakness
and pieces drift away
like readers
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