Fall 2001, issue 8, what we were promised
Welcome to Gumball Poetry's Eighth issue of poetry in gumball machines and on the web. May 9, 2008
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1st place: Lisette Alonso
2nd place: Catherine Conlan
3rd place: Francine Witte

This is issue number Eight, Fall 2001.

I climb out of the refrigerator before dawn and wipe the condensation from my spine.
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She wanted angels In her life, with prayers Like the soft movement Of birds,
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I'll create an ark out of origami
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Aerialist
- Mark Yakich

The Pancake Principle
- Martha Clarkson

On Realizing The Sun Is Just a Star
- Francine Witte

I Shall Make An Ark
- T. E. Ballard

Attempt
- Mitzi Miles-Kubota

Potential
- Lisa Gluskin

The Red Arrow
- Catherine Conlan

Now That You're Older
- Karen Stromberg

Haiku for the Japanese
- Shaun Gant

Overall Light
- Francine Witte

Apothecary
- Rebecca Loudon

Near Sandia Peak
- Anthony Russell White

Leg
- Philip Dacey

A line of alternating ones & zeros
- John Burgess

Work
- Jeffrey Morgan

Hilda
- Laura Bieber

Talisman
- Jane Rice

Skeleton
- Scott Mignola

The Sky Has Fallen and The Night Has Broke
- W. Joe Hoppe

In Darkness it Flashes
- David Filer

Deep Sea Angler
- Lisette Alonso
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Just because the snow is bright before you Doesn't mean I'll come, for there are better things Than snow upon the moonlit hills
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A line of alternating ones & zeros, Signals, power grids,
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When the torque of my desire becomes unbearable left hand closes and the clutch disengages
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