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Blue by Mark Katrinak

Blue moods unparalleled by weather, moodswings seem suspended by clandestine chains.Blue minds imagine playgrounds at the endof June in silver light filtering through the trees,when light of day is emptied like a theaterafter the show, the darkness waiting silently. The vessels of our blood appearing blue,cool wavelengths penetrating skin with bluedeception. Cloudless skies in afternoonare entertaining kites and contrails, smokeand helium balloons, migrating birds—below, the … Continue reading Blue by Mark Katrinak

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Blanket Hill by Mark Katrinak

Kent State shootings, May 4, 1970 May magnifies magnolias and memories,  red ones as bright as drops of chosen blood. Holocaustic flashes return to springtime air;tortured souls can’t cross over to the dead. Protests inflame the presidential lung.Under white cotton sheets trigger men lie.Student, beware the angles of geometry. “The shortest distance between two points is over four corpses.”  Thirteen seconds in Kent elicits screams.The demonstrations die … Continue reading Blanket Hill by Mark Katrinak

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Cosmetic by Mark Katrinak

Tampering with the odometerto show less evidence of wear and tear—precision tools, a lift somewhere.Potential paramour, beware! The weather’s rough. A bit of rust.But mind wants young presented on its clock,machinations moving hour handsbackward upon a ruse of make-believe. At some point hard pressure’s appliedupon the thinning brakes, or obstaclesnecessitate a quick turning of the wheelleaving the driver and the passengersstranded upon the overpass. Faces … Continue reading Cosmetic by Mark Katrinak

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Highway Motel by Mark Katrinak

Wi-Fi, free coffee, cable, internet—who would stay otherwise, other than me,besides the shapely blonde whose eyes and minemet equally at open gates of sin? A painting of a homestead above the bed—cows at pasture, the chickens in the run,bonneted woman tending to the fieldswho has no business being in this room. Been here a week. The room next door in needof turnstile, many passing through … Continue reading Highway Motel by Mark Katrinak

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