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

Granite blazes on cemetery hill, where sun promises
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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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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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Survival Math
- Jason Schupp

WARNING
- David Filer

Singing in the Pandaleshwar Caves
- Rachel Dacus

Katie's Science
- Jow Lindsay

Into the Night
- Anne Fraser

Sundown at Mono Lake
- Bryan Carstens

Photograph of Cathedral with Bicycle
- Shisa Poet

the first steps back to now
- rob mclennan

Still Life
- David Filer

verb: to pelican
- Anthony Russell White

A Walk Near Jesuit College
- Chuck Levenstein

Laura Nyro's Dead
- Corey Mesler

heartbroken sky & graceless singers
- rob mclennan

Afghan Church, Bombay
- Subhayu Mishra

Sunday Morning
- Yosefa Raz

When you separate from your destiny
- Yosefa Raz

Sonnet 1000001
- Liam Ferney

The Day the Piano Tuner Came
- Martha Clarkson

Purpose
- Eric Ronco

small poems
- Ronald Baatz

The Management of Grief
- Mary Francis Farrow

Canal Duck
- Bruce Mendenhall

The Life of Umbrellas
- Rachel Dacus

My Life in Ten Sentences
- S.B. Banks

Terraced
- Liam Ferney

That Barbour Jacket
- Evelyn Perry

Zephyr
- Shelly Reed

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I want to live the life of umbrellas, full of sudden
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No one sprinkles wine on the back of your neck and eyelids;
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When I was surrounded and they thought I was asleep
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