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! POETRY BY CAVE  CANEM FELLOWS ! TOMMYE BLOUNT ! NANDI COMER ! ARICKA  M. FOREMAN ! PROSE BY AISHA SLOAN !

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Pan

Dryope bore to Hermes in their house a dear son, a marvel to behold right from his birth, a goat-footed, two-horned baby who loved music and laughter. But his mother was startled and fled, and she abandoned the child, for she was frightened when she saw his course features and full beard… All the immortals were delighted in their hearts, and especially Bacchic Dionysus; and they called him Pan because he delighted the hearts of them all.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-Homeric Hymn to Pan

Behind you a towering cyclist is moving backward, gracefully then hesitantly maneuvering the pedals of an enormous, ancient bike. You are the man in the costume who speaks in rhymes and walks up to people who have yet to join the crowd.

NANDI COMER

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More Pleasant Events

Below a man yells at a woman
like she is his girl. The harsh, “bitch”
announces it is summer.
I look up from my reading and I listen

TOMMYE BLOUNT

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This Place—Mine for Now—

looked like some place
belonging to someone else
when I woke up—it seemed—
with another’s eyes,
having no memory of where I placed

ARICKA M. FOREMAN

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audubon answers instead

no wonder I cowered when I caught
those two round black eyes staring from stairwell

the night in constant flux of waiting and not
of answering and not at all. I asked for the reminder—