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Distance: a pressing
matter; does funny things to
the brain, heart. Mind-fu(n)[c]k.

Trees and billowing
blows my thought like dust or snow.
Recent history

bringing its mostly
crazy deliberate change to my
attention. And

the thinking I do
is cold and warm, warning me
not to allow the

irrational words
of my fear or yours bother
the lovely stasis.

Thought moving forward
and self-doubt holding; fear is
and I am subject

Breath. Breakfast. Breath. Walk.
Breath. School. Breath. Rehearsal. Breath.
Dinner. Breath. Work. Breath…breath.

School is a windstorm.
I am a small, flailing branch;
Hanging, dreary, me.

Without sweet eyes I
breathe heavy breaths and work to
stay afloat. You: strong.

Foods and drinks and friends
and musics and dances and
more foods. Love: birthdays.

By Drew Harris

We were watching Duck
Tales, and doing our chores late
when you were born, Al.

by Shane Harris

Happy birthday to
You, happy birthday to you
Best. Haiku. EVER.

In one hour, I will
be one-fourth of one-hundred.
Flying time, flies fast.

by Greg Sigman

LC call numbers
order erupts from chaos
pigeonholes for all