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    Killing Me Softly by Gregory Knight Miskin

    The kiss began cautiously, as first kisses often do, but Jayne quickly pressed her approval back. Distances shrunk or vanished. Gasps came between long moments of held breath. As Brent slowly pulled away, he locked on Jayne’s intense, sparkling eyes. He’d been on some pretty good dates before, with some pretty good women but this completely wrecked the curve. It wasn’t actually the first time he had kissed Jayne but the earlier ones were placeholders to make clear his intentions. He was not trying to be her friend. Not just. This kiss was the real deal. Jayne leaned back against the car door while Jerry admired her, the whole and…

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    Saturnalius by Laila Tova

    quitting you   was like quitting smoking: i was always trying to patch things up teeth toxic yellow tongue sore heart sick cracked fingertips but soothed by the deceptively smooth d r a g  of your smile i let you fill me with tar and black bile choking back tears stung secondhand smoke butt

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    Poet Almighty by Jonah Barrett

    I heard a poem about you once. This was a year ago. You were dead to me then. Sorry. I was in a corner trying to hold a camera steady, my right elbow nestled snug in my left palm, filming the Poet because He asked me to. Christopher sat next to me scribbling away in his black little notebook that he carried everywhere in his dirty peacoat. He took notes on the Poet’s presentation in that shitty chicken-scratch that he wrote me a sad letter with five months later, as if Christopher could write poems. I tried to ignore him while I sat there, uncomfortable, filming your ex. He was…

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    Who Ya Callin’ Stupid? Cupid? by L. Lisa Lawrence

    He stood in the shadows assessing his target. He had been following them all day in hopes of getting a clear shot at her, his most challenging assignment to date, the woman with the rose tattoo. This was the opportunity he had been patiently waiting for. They were sitting outside, in the not yet warm spring air in a spot of sunshine, that ironically, she insisted on, when no one else in their right might wanted to sit outside in such cold weather. All he needed was for her to lean in towards her companion just a bit…“Come on buddy, say something interesting,” he thought to himself. Her companion opened…

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    Rock a Bye Baby by Elizabeth Beck

    On the way home From our son’s graduation Everything we took for granted was lost 25 years of expectations and sure, entitlement Changed with one small defect in the asphalt That gathered rain a little too hungrily and kept it a little too selfishly The overcast day and the way the / Slope hid it The tire hit it And we spun / Look at us now My beautiful wife only growing in grace As the years marched on in their inevitable pace I see how the scars will be written on your face You hold my hand tight / So tight / I can’t tell where my arm ends…