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Summer 2003, issue 9, The Embedded Poet.
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This is issue number Ten, Summer 2003.

For months, you don't move, nothing happens and you feel like the cathedral
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In some cancers, tumours even bud hair and teeth.
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Especially along the sleeves it's the color of pollen, of fiddleheads against a deeper green,
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Into the Night
- Anne Fraser

Zephyr
- Shelly Reed

Sonnet 1000001
- Liam Ferney

small poems
- Ronald Baatz

Canal Duck
- Bruce Mendenhall

Purpose
- Eric Ronco

Laura Nyro's Dead
- Corey Mesler

That Barbour Jacket
- Evelyn Perry

heartbroken sky & graceless singers
- rob mclennan

WARNING
- David Filer

Sundown at Mono Lake
- Bryan Carstens

Terraced
- Liam Ferney

The Management of Grief
- Mary Francis Farrow

My Life in Ten Sentences
- S.B. Banks

Photograph of Cathedral with Bicycle
- Shisa Poet

When you separate from your destiny
- Yosefa Raz

Afghan Church, Bombay
- Subhayu Mishra

verb: to pelican
- Anthony Russell White

Singing in the Pandaleshwar Caves
- Rachel Dacus

Survival Math
- Jason Schupp

The Life of Umbrellas
- Rachel Dacus

the first steps back to now
- rob mclennan

A Walk Near Jesuit College
- Chuck Levenstein

Sunday Morning
- Yosefa Raz

The Day the Piano Tuner Came
- Martha Clarkson

Katie's Science
- Jow Lindsay

Still Life
- David Filer

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pick up a book, put it down. pick up a book,
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I have traveled west, gathering hickory from cook fires, sweat from passion, blowing hot breaths through the vacancy of your
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He curls up in the boot when they go through the gate and he gets into the drive-in with nothing but half a packet of
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