A SWELL GUY by Omar Reyes

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86’d i don’t writeanymore instead i useemojis andpost cat filtered selfies with approvinglycategorized stylishcorpses who dream of findinglove behind blackmirrors to satisfy the façadeforced upon by thegiant glitchwhich gnaws away atour core persistentlytill our bones...

KETTLE by Pernille AEgidius Dake

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The Lord’s Prayer Trumped Our Faker, who art in the chalk-white House,pumped is thy name, crumbly is your fame.From thy sand trap, thy will be done to what’ll be left of Earth in the name...

NET WORTH by Sam Barbee

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Deadly Sin #8 I confront the White Bull of the page - Earnest Hemingway My cherry blood thuds against good judgment.Recollection of that begrudged learned lessonbouncing toward intuition. No reason or verseto choose either traveled road...

SOMETHING IS HIDING by Sharon Lopez Mooney

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Something is Hiding The hint She stops mid step caught by a taught line of memoryit runs along the skin of her collar bone where hisfingers barely touched, so delicate, so sacred werehis feelings for...

I CAN TELL NO-ONE, EXCEPT THIS POEM by Susan C. Waters

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Age is Creeping Toward Me Like the Old Maidin a children’s deck of cards,it was hidden, going round and roundthe table until the last card:a dowdy, with a misshapen hat. Like a spider webnot seen on...

THE LAKE by Nardine Sanderson

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Roses bloom in darkness too. Loves rose grew from her lips to speak of loss and courage through what leaves the body but never dies She had his heart, clung to his soulAs the salty tears...

BAR-TAILED GODWIT by Ranjith Sivaraman

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Bar-tailed godwit ‘What happened?You are lost in deep thoughtsLooks like you made a long solo tripLike a bar-tailed godwit'I asked my beloved. She continued her meditating tranceSmiled, showing her soul,And finally landed on earth. 'When we are...

THE SEVENTH DREAM by Byron Hoot

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A Moveable Meditation It is the kind of day best taken n inside a truck -- heat on, wipers against the windshield, and the rain and leaves falling in unison but not of equal parts – maybe a hundred raindrops...

COFFEE AND BEANS by John Dorroh

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“Daydreams, Day-drinking, and Dingoes” 1.The red dirt in Australia looks like clown lipstick.The tour guide places his cap upside down on the stepsfrom the belly of the inside of the misplaced shark of a bus.I...