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4 Poems by Jason Ryberg

what that little
     statue, there, really means is
even a monkey 
     knows that trying to do your 
damnedest to “hear no 
     evil, see no evil, and 
speak no evil” don’t
     mean that there ain’t no such thing
as evil in this 
     world, and you better speak-up
     when you see it and hear it.

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'MESSAGE IN THE SAND', by Paul Illidge

The Bleaks still hover, but breathing slowly in the darkness, my arms relaxed at my side, listening to my breath come and go, come and go, sadness creeping into my thoughts but getting nowhere, the flames earlier are now just embers which if I blow on them will reignite, so I don’t, I just lie there with my eyes closed and breathe,  giggling when I remember the New Yorker cartoon on the bulletin board in my doctor’s examining room that he drew my attention to after prescribing Wellbutrin. 

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