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Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award winning Butterflies in Flight, Thames & Hudson, 2002 and Heat, Charta, Milano, 2008. His work has appeared on the covers of numerous journals including The New England Review, Southwest Review, Vassar Review and Lumina. His work is representedContinue Reading

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there’s a filmover everythingwe’ve had our fill–fed and fattened upon but still lift heavenwardas we file intothat afterlife& whetherfussed overor laughed atbe treatedas artfullyand outdatedas the dead allowsuffered yetagain Seventeen years I’ve been a bookseller. Once I was laureate of Portsmouth and twice a finalist for New Hampshire.Continue Reading

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it sounds as if the rain is coming upfor air again me reduced to name-calling lacking allelse a noun Seventeen years I’ve been a bookseller. Once I was laureate of Portsmouth and twice a finalist for New Hampshire.Continue Reading

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Drifting like broken shadows Are the floaters illusionaryFragments of last nightOr shredded shadowsOf my own protobeing? How often am I temptedTo catch one of them With my inner hands! Yuan Changming hails with Allen Yuan from poetrypacific.blogspot.ca. Credits include eleven Pushcart nominations, nine chapbooks as well as publications in BestContinue Reading

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There is a fairytale told, and retold againIn the Ming Dynasty, about a coquettish fox thatTakes on the shape of a beautiful young womanReady to offer herself to a poor obscure guy Like a magician she brings rich food and wineTo him during the day, and uses her two mouthsToContinue Reading

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More than once in the depth of Darkness have I strongly felt The whole earth shaking But only to realise the next day There was no earthquake at all Perhaps, it’s because my deformed heart Beat hard like a seismic vibrations, or Rather, I am the only one lying atContinue Reading

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My mom’s is easy: She tells me I look pretty. My lipstick’s love for me runs so deep I ingest a pound per year. My brother drives a stick shift and brings me lobster he caught earlier. He soaks the clams for an extra hour to clean out any excessContinue Reading

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After Unsolved Mysteries, “A Death in Oslo” Grab as much as you can leave No prints, black lace and a briefcase Of live rounds To disturb, dab Ungaro From Italian blazer lapels Cut out labels Teeth imprinted in isotope Acid to disappear When French was preferred Order in Flemish FromContinue Reading

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“Where’s mom?” asked Cole. “She’s gone.” “Where did she go?” “I don’t know, all she left was this note: Don’t come looking for me.” The note was made up of cut-out letters from her collectible newspapers. She would never have destroyed those just to leave a message, no matter theContinue Reading

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I never thought that a mole people invasion would happen in my lifetime.  They had always been there, waiting. We don’t know why, they just were. And then one day, they broke through the surface. Out of the blue. I had heard stories of it happening to cities far awayContinue Reading