John 
Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, 
his work has appeared in many literary journals. A collection of his 
poetry, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
Left Blank
Quiet
canal, 
warm
cobbles, 
decaying
leaves… 
Half-submerged,
a
sun-bronzed hand 
trails
rust on stone. 
Stained
glass 
connects
my ribs 
as sky
dissolves
in
teleported haze.
Silence As a Second Language
For
the past ten years
I’ve
been going to night school,
studying
silence as a second language. 
For
my final project 
I’m
building a time machine 
that
will enable us to visit the present.
 
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