BASIL by Gigi Guizado

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Heart-shaped Vase If my fragile heart should break,fill my ventricles with flowers;like bud vases for roses and peonies.That would please me. If my swollen heart should burst,adorn my head with a crown of blossoms;my love forgotten,...

CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar

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Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind, Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers, not yours. One sweeping finger can shiftA paradigm, alter a filterThe...

OF SCRIBBLING by Korkut Onaran

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THE SECOND DAY OFTHE SECOND DECADE The sun reappearsfrom behind the cloudsbeamijg into the narrow opening along the horizonto shine for a little whileon the face of the city.Then it setsand the sunset starts happening:colorful...

TAKE TEN by LG Pomerleau

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How We See “No telescope is more powerful than the prejudice of the person looking through it.”Kevin Ashton, How To Fly A Horse, 2015 The spider in your eye isbloodthe doctor says. A viscous(“vicious?”)membrane afloat in...

THE FROGS OF SUN YAT SEN UNIVERSITY by Miodrag Kojadinovic

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Among the Lotophagoi I ate lotus, (Full) Moon cakes,and yet the memory loss was onlythe expected fatigue of carbohydrate cells.Southern China was not Ogygia, what with the palms,mangos and the custardy miracle of durian. The young...

NARCISSISM by W. Colin McKay

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BeerHey, Bartender! Over here!I need another beer.I’m trying to write a poemin this crummy barbefore stumbling to my carand heading to a homewhere I’m forced to disappear.Can’t write without a beer. Narcissism He found himself while...

SEÑORITA BANTE! by Roseangelina Baptista

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Bante! Assim te chamei. Entretanto, duvideique pudesses me ensinara arte de abraçar as coisascomo elas vêm para nós. Como o invernodesiste de sina estação das flores,eu desisti de tinaquele diade Martin Luther King. Para vir a entendernessa primavera,que...

COMING AND GOING by Roger D Anderson

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The other is curiously appealingbut I have no intention of keeping itnewness fadesand I am not always a foolbut enticement does temptenough for an occasionalwhateverbut nothing morea rock is more precious thana beautiful blossomseparated from...

HOME GROUND by Dale Cottingham

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A Little History Watching the river in flood,each exhale huffing over the one before,its red, swollen reality waking imagination. Dismembered tree limbs,water logged, sodden, submerging,re-emerging for encores of helplessness, tumbling in the roiling flow.A tire, worn and...

ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev

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Only Stars When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were old people who were from another...