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

I have traveled west, gathering hickory from cook fires, sweat from passion, blowing hot breaths through the vacancy of your
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two holes blacken down the bleached earth a plane flies overhead , becomes a
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Granite blazes on cemetery hill, where sun promises
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ghost in the machine.
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Zephyr
- Shelly Reed

Terraced
- Liam Ferney

Purpose
- Eric Ronco

verb: to pelican
- Anthony Russell White

the first steps back to now
- rob mclennan

small poems
- Ronald Baatz

That Barbour Jacket
- Evelyn Perry

Singing in the Pandaleshwar Caves
- Rachel Dacus

heartbroken sky & graceless singers
- rob mclennan

WARNING
- David Filer

Sundown at Mono Lake
- Bryan Carstens

Photograph of Cathedral with Bicycle
- Shisa Poet

Still Life
- David Filer

My Life in Ten Sentences
- S.B. Banks

When you separate from your destiny
- Yosefa Raz

Survival Math
- Jason Schupp

Into the Night
- Anne Fraser

Afghan Church, Bombay
- Subhayu Mishra

Katie's Science
- Jow Lindsay

A Walk Near Jesuit College
- Chuck Levenstein

The Day the Piano Tuner Came
- Martha Clarkson

The Management of Grief
- Mary Francis Farrow

Sonnet 1000001
- Liam Ferney

The Life of Umbrellas
- Rachel Dacus

Canal Duck
- Bruce Mendenhall

Laura Nyro's Dead
- Corey Mesler

Sunday Morning
- Yosefa Raz

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Through the limits of the sun the stream runs down by itself and we do not expect
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When I was surrounded and they thought I was asleep
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Especially along the sleeves it's the color of pollen, of fiddleheads against a deeper green,
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