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Summer 2003, issue 9, The Embedded Poet.
Welcome to Gumball Poetry's Tenth issue of poetry in gumball machines and on the web. March 20, 2010
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This is issue number Ten, Summer 2003.

to cool soup spoons comes a breeze from the
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two holes blacken down the bleached earth a plane flies overhead , becomes a
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For months, you don't move, nothing happens and you feel like the cathedral
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ghost in the machine.
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Sunday Morning
- Yosefa Raz

When you separate from your destiny
- Yosefa Raz

The Life of Umbrellas
- Rachel Dacus

small poems
- Ronald Baatz

Into the Night
- Anne Fraser

Still Life
- David Filer

Sonnet 1000001
- Liam Ferney

Sundown at Mono Lake
- Bryan Carstens

Laura Nyro's Dead
- Corey Mesler

That Barbour Jacket
- Evelyn Perry

Afghan Church, Bombay
- Subhayu Mishra

Katie's Science
- Jow Lindsay

WARNING
- David Filer

Photograph of Cathedral with Bicycle
- Shisa Poet

the first steps back to now
- rob mclennan

Purpose
- Eric Ronco

Terraced
- Liam Ferney

verb: to pelican
- Anthony Russell White

Canal Duck
- Bruce Mendenhall

The Day the Piano Tuner Came
- Martha Clarkson

Singing in the Pandaleshwar Caves
- Rachel Dacus

Zephyr
- Shelly Reed

A Walk Near Jesuit College
- Chuck Levenstein

My Life in Ten Sentences
- S.B. Banks

The Management of Grief
- Mary Francis Farrow

heartbroken sky & graceless singers
- rob mclennan

Survival Math
- Jason Schupp

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Laura Nyro's dead, that's the first thing. There's a cake on the kitchen table and I don't bake
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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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Fog drifts along the palisades, pouring through dark
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