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POEM: BABY SISTER'S CLUB by Mike L. Nichols

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  The child toddles off alone  down the cobbled twilight lane  while his sister starts to moan  at the blackening window pane. Mother’d said, “You must stay here while I find bread and wood.” The children shivered there in fear until he got too hungry to be good. Mike L. Nichols is a graduate of Idaho State University and a recipient of the Ford Swetnam Poetry Prize. He lives and writes in Eastern Idaho. Look for his poetry in Rogue Agent, Tattoo Highway, Ink&Nebula, Plainsongs Magazine, and elsewhere. Find more at deadgirldancing.net    
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Auta Kings __ How then

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HOW THEN? How then shall we escape If we neglect so great salvation? For this experience brings so much more than peace, Principalities and powers become at ease Cause a new heart shall the lord give you. Dead to the world and wide awake in the spirit, I mean, Dead to flesh and alive with the saints Shall you become. How then shall we escape The second coming of the lord? If we harken not to the voice of the lord Through his servants, Let’s congregate in this ark of salvation, And sail to safety Let’s save ourselves  From this flood of sin that swallows the earth. How then shall we escape? For after the hustle and bustle For mundane satisfactory, Our hearts are turned away from heavenly focus. For his promise is sure “ Behold I come quickly ”  Are you still on the others side? Ona apadi. God’s patience is for your salvation. Wait no more! Auta Kings© 2018
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PROSE: IF YOU GO by Akpadolu Chioma

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  She was cheating on him. He had known the first night he heard her whispered voice, he had seen it in her jerky motions, but he had been sceptical, not wanting to read meaning into things. Now though, he was sure. The hour met with the minute and they both kissed 12:00 yet, no sign of her.  There was the car horn. He heard Musa open the gate, and quickly hurried outside, only to stop abruptly on his tracks. His wife was leaning heavily on a young man with a belly nothing like his protruding own. The lean man who was now closer still supporting his wife was saying something, but he couldn't understand what. His gaze was fixed at his hopelessly drunk wife. In all their 23 years of marriage, it was the first time seeing her in such a state. He didn't know what to make of it. His wife now drank to stupor, kept late nights and cheated with boys that could be their son.  When the boy pushed past him to get into his house, his feet moved on their own accord. He stopped the boy...
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