Fall 2001, issue 8, what we were promised
Welcome to Gumball Poetry's Eighth issue of poetry in gumball machines and on the web. January 7, 2009
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3rd place: Francine Witte


This is issue number Eight, Fall 2001.

I. Adapting to allow members of the opposite sex to find each other in the deep sea, a newly hatched male bores its jaws into the female's body
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Despite the cold wind the hoya keeps blooming busy, safe, indoors
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No getting away from the world, at least for now: even on the good days it's wash and backwash, a humus of cigarette
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Leg
- Philip Dacey

Talisman
- Jane Rice

A line of alternating ones & zeros
- John Burgess

Now That You're Older
- Karen Stromberg

Overall Light
- Francine Witte

Hilda
- Laura Bieber

Attempt
- Mitzi Miles-Kubota

I Shall Make An Ark
- T. E. Ballard

Skeleton
- Scott Mignola

The Pancake Principle
- Martha Clarkson

In Darkness it Flashes
- David Filer

Apothecary
- Rebecca Loudon

Deep Sea Angler
- Lisette Alonso

Potential
- Lisa Gluskin

The Red Arrow
- Catherine Conlan

Near Sandia Peak
- Anthony Russell White

Aerialist
- Mark Yakich

Haiku for the Japanese
- Shaun Gant

On Realizing The Sun Is Just a Star
- Francine Witte

Work
- Jeffrey Morgan

The Sky Has Fallen and The Night Has Broke
- W. Joe Hoppe

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A line of alternating ones & zeros, Signals, power grids,
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When the torque of my desire becomes unbearable left hand closes and the clutch disengages
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He's still as tall as ever, the love of your life, not quite bearable up
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