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 Nov 2014 Luke
Claire Elizabeth
I wish you had heard the bird
Echo a hidden fairy tale
Then offer travels with an elephant to you.
Are we ready for the circus life?
 Nov 2014 Luke
Don Bouchard
Morning came to us
As it usually does,
Crickets chirping
From her Apple,
Me, sighing,
Throwing off the covers,
Stumbling toward the stairs
To hit the can,
Groaning first few steps.

I stopped and said,
"I noticed every morning now,
I always have these aches and pains."

And she replied, sounding sane,
"I never have eggs and bacon!"

Mystified, I told her she made no sense.

"What do you think I said?" she asked.

"You never have eggs and bacon?" I replied.

"You're going deaf!
I said aches and pains!"

And so it goes.
Round and round and round,
Where it stops, God only knows....
 Jul 2014 Luke
PK Wakefield
Untitled
 Jul 2014 Luke
PK Wakefield
a little raw beautiful you are the way.


                                            and ,ti evol I


the mouth that soft(that cruel) of teeth
and lips
is like it. thorn'd

and prim and

ringed in pinkness
of petals parting

on a pistil between.


such smoothness that rushes,
such skinness that prickles exactly
at the right arch
of its rising hips.

to meet with the riding
heartness of my surging taste:

blood and just
that tiny tang
of left behind from.




                                               (can i begin?)'(




and to fold you;
into my hands–as fists–
that unfold–inside you.
 Jul 2014 Luke
Terry Collett
I liked
the way you sat,
Yiska,

liked the way
your hands rested
on your knees.  

The sun was warm,
the sunlight
on your hair,

your eyes
wide open
as if wanting to drink

in the whole world.
I would lay there
head in your lap,

eyes gazing
at your neck,
there where the blouse collar

was open,
where the shadow
of a kiss remained.

And that time
you left the class room,
after double science,

the mouthed words:
love you,
moving through silence.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1962.
 Jul 2014 Luke
PK Wakefield
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 Jul 2014 Luke
PK Wakefield
do you i
have some
memories

   of remembering

some remembering

i was when
you were

two cold outside
to walk and
we so
(staying)
stayed inside you

were very warm

and




                                             (it was so cold outside)
 Apr 2014 Luke
a m a n d a
crush
 Apr 2014 Luke
a m a n d a
the things i want
[aren't real]
there aren't words to describe
a desire for
    a way to be
there is no way to say
that i just
          want
          peace.
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