WOW by Boris Kokotov

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A trap I have mixed feelings about what happened that day --following her out of curiosity,staying in her place for no reason except… Pity. Is it the right word? A table, a chair, a bed, a single...

POPULATION DENSITY by Gary Beck

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Decay of Democracy The political charadein divided Americabecomes tenser dailyas issues, agendas, ambitionsrasp the public well-beingtrying to survivean irresponsible President,who tells the people‘there are good peopleon each side’when nazis and radicalsfight each otherfor extremist views,instead...

SUNSHOWER by Zebulon Huset

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Killing it, Cooking It Friday night the second month of high school—but we weren't thinking about school.It stole hours that we used to spend skating.All summer, every day, all day we were rolling.Curfew didn't lift...

DARK MOON, LONELINESS, AND HOPE by Gary William Ramsey

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Dark Moon, Loneliness and Hope       By Gary William Ramsey The Dark Moon disappearswhile I sit here, gazing at the star filled sky.Its absence allows quiet times.During these peaceful times,I think of the mysteries of the...

GOAL POSTED by Rebecca Dempsey

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Goal posted There was nothing saiduntil my brothers saw it happen.They told Mum, who, shaking in rage,told the head nun about the bullying.More than bullied,small boys were grabbed, arms held,and with their legs spreadThey were...

I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY AND WANTING TO HAVE SEX by Yessica Klein

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scooped smooth peanutbutter longing forthe surface that dressesthe newly foundworld of youclassified quietnesskindred galaxiesgradually collapsing intoeach other - does it matterto us that there wereother people to love?it took two to tango& we can't...

BLUE FOX SEATS by Terry Brinkman

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Alabaster Breast Milk Ilk Horns Dragon-Lilies Zodiac redemptionIrish wine Brandy sniffer graceShe’ll be back in a flashLimp as a wet rag looking at her facePollenate paraphernalia paper trashAlabaster Breast Milk white gulden embraceCotton polis flourished...

NEON MARMALADE by Alex Hand

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A stained glass imaginingFrom the third floor the treetops are filigree fine,emergent tendrils nod frantic nervousnessin the ethereal breath of a gossamer breeze.Lace leaves play like piano fingerscaught by ripples from whipish curlicue. The street...

A COLUMN OF SMOKE by Sally Sandler

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A Column of Smoke ghosted west to the seaand I missed my off ramp like most of the otherswho prayed to the fire gods oh please, not me,and I saw from a distance the mean residueof burnt chaparral...

A POEM FOR THE WIND by Lynn Dowless

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A Poem for the wind When the veil of darkness finally descends,and that light within us diminishes,perfect peace and contentment shall stand for eternity then,when our days on earth are finally finished. When I stand on...