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R. Gerry Fabian




Cold Front Approaching


The city is in a code red.

The driving snow

makes it hard to breathe

even through my woolen scarf.

During the walk from the subway,

my eyebrows are ice coated.

Even the foyer smells dampish sour.

Walking inside the apartment,

instead of spiced chicken cutlets,

I smell last night’s tuna can.

Now the apartment.

is less than half furnished

and I

have a new appreciation

of winter storm warnings.




a line, (a short blue one)



Cold Chowder


All the ingredients


properly prepared.

Clams shucked;

onions, celery, carrots

cut and cubed;

flour, butter and cream


thick and smooth.



yet never boiled.


The only item


is you.




a line, (a short blue one)






he has gone to work,



those items

which would not haunt her

and writes

this note:

Goodbie Forever.


She wants to say more


her spelling is poor

and she

always uses

the wrong form

of the verb

to be.


That is about

to change.




a line, (a blue one)


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