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Snowman's Revenge, Lou Cardin Jan 1974

Snowman's Revenge, Lou Cardin

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black buttons gaze above a charcoal smile dream, snowman, dream of fluffy, frosty fields white with your natural shape and pride, hide the shame inside those icy globes and dream, snowman, dream...


Rebeca, Carla Wallin Jan 1974

Rebeca, Carla Wallin

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REBEC A always was funny. She never played with any of the kids on the block, she just stayed inside. When she did come out, she'd only play with me. She never wanted to play regular games; she liked to look at birds and trees and stuff. Mom didn't really like me to play with her. I heard mom tell Dad she was possessed. I don't know what that means, but the way mom said it, I didn't want to find out...


Underground, Steve Norder Jan 1974

Underground, Steve Norder

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A chatter sound from far away Like rats scratching their toes. Musty earth smells come floating by— We think of pending woes...


We Are A Dreaming People, R. Lamonte Jenkins Jan 1974

We Are A Dreaming People, R. Lamonte Jenkins

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We are a dreaming people . . . And love is the makeup we wear. Continue to drive in rainstroms, Open the windows and wet your hands— To some deserted province of contemplation...


The Fall, Cynthia Johnson Jan 1974

The Fall, Cynthia Johnson

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Silence You mock Me, the chattering creature, One such as gods fill gardens with for company in omniscience...


Anna Mae Seabrook, Crusader, Jim Pollock Jan 1974

Anna Mae Seabrook, Crusader, Jim Pollock

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News Item in the Des Moines Register: MILWAUKEE, WIS. (AP)—Anna Mae Seabrook has asked a court to have her first name legally changed to Sam. To this day, visitors to Milwaukee invariably go to see the venerable old courthouse where the historic event took place...


Twilight, Wayne Svoboda Jan 1974

Twilight, Wayne Svoboda

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He sits in the dark shades drawn musty odors everywhere. Cuffed pants sag on his aging form, his shirt soiled by fugitive crumbs victim of weakened eyes and unsteady hands...


Poem In Which The Corporate Power Of The A. C. Nielsen Company Is Defined, Defied, And Denied, Sara Lindquist Jan 1974

Poem In Which The Corporate Power Of The A. C. Nielsen Company Is Defined, Defied, And Denied, Sara Lindquist

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a.c. nielsen company you are trying to trap me in a web of wire looped coast to coast, to beat me down with a mass of decimals and digits and smother me beneath an eternal pile of pink blue green yellow and salmon colored pages on inconsequenciality...


A Normal Death, Marian Morton Jan 1974

A Normal Death, Marian Morton

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Death—the word is spoken with low and hushed voice, with ominous tone. I suppose I first became acquainted with death as a small child in Rochester, Minnesota, where my brother Natty and I would wake up early on rainy Saturdays and eat bowls of Wheaties and watch the cartoons on television...


East Midwest Egde, Marie E. Grimmus Jan 1974

East Midwest Egde, Marie E. Grimmus

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One morning rising half rainbow over West Virginia I, nested in rocks awake wide to find a mountain in my hug...


Letters To Zinjanthropus, Bill Collison Jan 1974

Letters To Zinjanthropus, Bill Collison

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THESE ancient documents were discovered by the great German archaeologist Dr. Felix von Scheistsprechter at his dig in Kenya in 1964. They have baffled scholars of antiquity ever since...


Seek, Carol Jahnke Jan 1974

Seek, Carol Jahnke

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Dragon's Breath In Maiden's Hair Concert, Rod Drake Jan 1974

Dragon's Breath In Maiden's Hair Concert, Rod Drake

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The Perfect Planet, David Jennett Jan 1974

The Perfect Planet, David Jennett

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Owl, Leslie Johnson Jan 1974

Owl, Leslie Johnson

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Open dawn finds you masked, Sheathed in narrow shoulder, Locked in calm, ruffled sleep. Strange day descends unheard. A roof niche, your hangar...


Chasity Or The Coed's Choice, Cathy Rathke Jan 1974

Chasity Or The Coed's Choice, Cathy Rathke

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Now DON'T get me wrong. I'm not usually without the benefit of male companionship on Saturday night. But this Saturday night when all my erstwhile suitors telephoned—I didn't hear because of the five pairs of silk panties muffling the receiver. This Saturday evening I had decided to contemplate the intricacies of life, men, and the Roman Catholic Church in the solitude of my boudoir...


The Easier Way, Charlotte Donahey Jan 1974

The Easier Way, Charlotte Donahey

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I STUCK out my thumb and said, "Michael—you don't know how it feels to be out here all alone." Then I stared at the vacant highway. Cold air made me blink. We walked along the shoulder, our boots digging into the gravel...


Nostalgia, Shelley L. Smith Jan 1974

Nostalgia, Shelley L. Smith

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I GUESS I was around 9 years old when my parents first started to fight. My father worked the 3 to 11:00 p.m. shift as a pressman for the Penn Publishing Company, so the arguments were always late at night...


The Secret Goldfish, Russell Berndt Jan 1974

The Secret Goldfish, Russell Berndt

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The Rise And Fall Of Mellow Moonbeam, Rod Drake Jan 1974

The Rise And Fall Of Mellow Moonbeam, Rod Drake

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And so it came to pass that all was in the past and young Uhric Zetel experienced a profound, prophetic urge to leave his father's trade the Triple X Flesh Emporium and cleanse himself of the dregs of earthly sin and vice to search for a humble way to serve mankind and reveal the cosmic secrets of the mysterious Etc. which he had mystically discovered to eager seekers everywhere...


Plastic Dolls, Mary Martin Jan 1974

Plastic Dolls, Mary Martin

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I set the pitcher of beer down with six mugs. 'That will be $1.60, please." "Keep the change." "Damn it, Bill, what did you do that for?" "Ah, hell, she's got nice tits." I bit back the words...


Upstairs Boy, Corinne Stanley Jan 1974

Upstairs Boy, Corinne Stanley

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Upstairs boy that's what you are you're always upstairs Your head is not your head it's the bong's head the reefer's smile Your eyes aren't blue no they are brown and crinkled and smoked out fizzled frazzeled fucked up


Laughing Children On Slicky Slides, Larry D. Witte Jan 1974

Laughing Children On Slicky Slides, Larry D. Witte

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I am beginning to believe that what happened to me was only a dream. A journey into my unconsciousness and nothing more...


Impressions Of John, Larry Carley Jan 1974

Impressions Of John, Larry Carley

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Black letters stamped on the door read "MEN. " As I enter the place, the bare porcelain fixtures stare at me blank and expressionless, sweating with tiny droplets of moisture. The place is cold and stagnant, like something out of the last century...


Notes From The Third Bunk Car, Malvern K. Iles Jan 1974

Notes From The Third Bunk Car, Malvern K. Iles

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A Funeral In Tranquility, Kurt Harthoorn Jan 1974

A Funeral In Tranquility, Kurt Harthoorn

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Sugar-Shell Mama, Corinne Stanley Jan 1974

Sugar-Shell Mama, Corinne Stanley

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Sugar-shell mama You peek your baby blues sooooo lovingly at him (whoever pleases your whim) The hollow echo of your hollowed mind is so (giggle) deep...


Jazme, Craig Rohrssen Jan 1974

Jazme, Craig Rohrssen

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Jazme comes tearing down the stairs in her three-at-a-time headlongway whipping snarling splitting tangling her hair in the wind of her passing careless careening and never quite catching her bouncing head and flashing eye she lands with a flounce on her grandfather's knee and looking up matches smiles...


The Disconnected Arc, Marie E. Grimmus Jan 1974

The Disconnected Arc, Marie E. Grimmus

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Before sleep at the bottom of night cold hands fold between ashen thighs fingers clutch for the thought eyes lost in puzzle piece patterns of day hands like mittens on a string dangle...


Friday, Ken Braband Jan 1974

Friday, Ken Braband

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CARL leaned back in his chair as the class flowed out of the room. He rested his chubby fingers behind his head and stared at the jungle of papers on top of his desk. A stretched green sweater covered the rolling hill of his belly like a lawn, and somewhere on the other side were his orange and black houndstooth pants....