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    FLAME DIVINE by Nardine Saric

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    Flame divine. ( Read both ways bottom too top also) Cover me in loves sweet notes for all that sound does travel well And in my heart, I felt each feather So softly I had fell -...

    GODDESS by Celine Low

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    Goddess She was a goddess in his eyes when he did not know her. She knew marriage would take her off the pedestal but hoped desire and love could learn to live on levelled ground. But when pedestal crumbled where...

    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky

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    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL I wander through carpets of heather and primrose leaving behind a discordant arena my salve is found locked in this garden where a single flower can restore the soul no strife present in this cloister...

    THE CANYON by Daniel Senser

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    The Canyon Over the course of eons, the flow of water Has shaped the stone, The sharp edges smoothed and rounded By the water’s constant flow. To weep is an honest exclamation, A reclamation of the soul. The rock is old...

    I TOOK IT AS A SIGN TO START SINGING by Richard Grove

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    I Took it as a Sign to Start Singing Inspired by Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks Last night the full moon floated in the stillness of my cool, lake-view horizon. I took it as a sign to start...

    EARTH by Aracelly P. Campo

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    Earth It is earth with its majestic dimensions that Confronts all its creatures with the cruel indifference of Forgetfulness and the coldness that sleeps in the abyss Of death Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida....

    DEAR CUSTOMER by Idalis Wood

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    Dear Customer, I apologize for not being what you want. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted. It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a certain appendage between my legs. Maybe if I was, my...

    WINDOWSILL by Geri Gale

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    Windowsill I place my boss’s head on the windowsill cinematic light shines on his temples. I have removed his tongue. My boss no longer stands before me no longer lords over me no longer determines my future no longer demeans me no longer lies...

    CLOCKWORK by Anannya Uberoi

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    Clockwork The clockwork's clunking cycles— routine chirrups working with our own, mechanical metronome dictating our waking and falling and drifting in staccato synchrony. The clockwork's scissors shard furibund flowers by the hour, comb the seasons, change their warmth, pendulum the...

    BREEZE by Alan Berger

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    BREEZE ...