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OF THIS HOUR by Korkut Onaran
OF THIS HOURby Korkut Onaran
ANOTHER BAR JOKE
A deep sea creatureand a priest walk into a bar.Where?
In a poem. In a...
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATOR by O. Howard Winn
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORby O. Howard Winn HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORbut it is clearhe is really a Mock turtlefrom Capitalist Wonderland andhis song is a serenade tothe Red Queen...
RE-READING ULYSSES … by Louis Gallo
RE-READING ULYSSES …by Louis Gallo RE-READING ULYSSES IN MEDIAS RESAFTER MANY DECADES WHILE STEERINGTHE “SANTA MARIA” WESTWARD INTO THE DYING SUNAs Leopold savors his kidney with relish, his eye also cockedon an advertisement...
LITTLE MAX MOUSE by James Padgett
LITTLE MAX MOUSE
by James Padgett
It was a warm, sunny day in Willowy Wood.Little Max Mouse ran as fast as he could.He had to get...
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THE CROSS-TOWN by Eileen Valentino Flaxman
THE CROSS-TOWNby Eileen Valentino Flaxman The Cross-Townmakes its way in fits and starts, dayin and day out, from the east side tothe west and the doors hiss and thebrakes screech and people get...
A LOVE STORY by Gloria G. Murray
A LOVE STORYby Gloria G. Murray A LOVE STORY we kissed in the dark hallwaysof the Canarsie projectsbacks pressedagainst the concrete walllips sealedwith the grout of lustyour tongue swirling under mineyour ardent fingers curlinglike...
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MY YOUNG LIONS by Lynne D. Soulagnet
BONDAGEThe intensity of your glarecould sear my fleshburn a hole right through me.I compress myself into the chair,use a book as a shield.I have done it again,rubbed sandpaper on your wounds.What did...
EMBODIED SOIL by Sarah Conklin
EMBODIED SOILby Sarah Conklin
You never loved me, I was just a body.
I come home to dead flowers hanging on the wall, parched but aesthetically...
SALT by Robert McCloy
SALTby Robert McCloy
Old St. David’s (Cheraw, SC)
August pines and majestic magnoliasStand testament to centuriesOf weddings, Sundays, funerals;Gentle, torrid windAdorns the forlorn, silent yard.
RUNNING by Stella Prince
RUNNINGby Stella Prince
Tell me now, what do you think?I might never love again.What can you say to me tonight?So I’ll believe in you again.
Cause...
