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From Virginia Gause

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From Virginia Gause

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An opinion by Stan Raines
The politicians seem to have noticed, perhaps three or four years late as usual, that there’s a problem with fuel prices: They are going up and there seems to be no end in sight. People have been grappling with it for a while, though, not only at the gas station, but [...]

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A note for writers
The UTPA Summer Creative Writing Institute is in its fifth year. It is a one week intensive program offered with two weeks of independent study offering courses in poetry writing, fiction and non-fiction writing by UTPA accomplished authors and professors. Starting Monday June 2, and ending Friday June 6, 2008, students [...]

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A Poem by Kathy Raines based on a real incident
Laughing, trembling soldiers,
Longing, crying, drunk.
“Free them! Save them!”
Singing in their souls,
“Bring ‘em on! Bring ‘em on!”
Thrumming in their chests,
Home ones, loved things,
Burning in their minds.
Weary, worried saviors
Holler, raid and shoot at
Thankless, raging freed ones
Hiding in the night.
Bolstered with beer,
They stroll through the zoo.
Through bars in [...]

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A Poem by Kathy Raines
Ranked and filed geraniums, candy apple red
Awaited her attention, smiling in their bed.
Petals folding, drooping, of a scorching noon,
But bathed into bliss in late afternoon
As the birds resumed their songs.
Weeds and grassy stragglers couldn’t intervene,
Plucked away like stray hairs sprouting from her chin,
Corraled but giggling grandkids yanked out errant clumps
By the [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg
At the Goins Hotel in Gillette, Wyoming,
there is a sign right inside the door:
NO PETS
NO DOGS
NO GUNS
NO CREDIT &
no spitting on the floor.
Leaving the warbag, just in from the gloaming
We checked in with Dan & ordered a beer &
checked out the stories about yesteryear &
bought all a round & asked Dan [...]

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A poem by Patricia A.

a tragedy of four was
trimmed to three
to fit the clichéd geometric mold
of lust, betrayal, and love,
or,
something that pretends to be love,
that takes a form the prey will trust,
or needs;
that has an insatiable hunger; that devours
and discards,
and left you, the extra line, alone,
detached.
but then, he too became a solitary line
after a [...]

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