“The City is Different” By Maureen Mancini Amaturo

         Waiting for the city to be alive again. Staring at the clock, sitting at the window, watching only empty things take the place of the crowds. A taxi, is that a taxi? No passengers, though. Oh, another car, but just one. No line at Starbucks, no seats on the train to fight for, no MetroCard …

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“Lake of the Woods” By Crystal S. Gibbins

Credo I believe in fate of the shoreline— cattails shattering into seed, turtles tucked into burrows, their three-chambered heart. Let the loons lift. Let the past recede which owes nothing to memory. Nostalgia is a ghost lounging around— mucking things up. I believe ephemerals: a love story, a knave of feathers, a choir of reeds. …

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