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...

ALMA DESATADA by Roseangelina Baptista

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Alma Desatada A serração desceu rápida e do-í-da.Veio duma latência em rodeios Açorianos.Solitário rochedo, suspenso em fosca água-lusa.Longe, o coro das oliveiras ao léu. Açores! Por quem te desatei as naus um dia... Volátil, irado, vulcanizado.Mouro-Sefardita dum...

SONNET CDLXII by Terry Brinkman

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Sonnet CDLXII Deep velvet Azul of the Nile Steely skies rolling ridge wheel Gallivanting around as they kneel Meadow of murmuring water has a Crocodile As luck would have it a glass half full Oli covering old sloppy eyes Ell Solitaire...

ALL NIGHT by John Raffetto

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VISITATIONTime becomes a pixilated memoryof bliss and bloodas the clock winds down.We pause to visit for a brief dazeas the foundation weakens while wonders compressinto petrified shadows a labyrinth of murky intrigueforgotten in repetitionas...

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...

I AWAIT HIS RETURN by Alex Koong

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If there’s one thing I’ve learnedfrom the hours spent staringat the tiny airplane on the edgewhere the sky breaks the rock, It’s that when scenery passesbetween two realities, flashes ofwhat was slowly replacing what is, his...
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THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN by David Lenna

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The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen (Chapter I) My left palm still hurts. Going, preparing without a backpack on my back. My left palm still hurts so much that my stomach feels like burning for...

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...

I SLAM RHYMES by Jamie Gibbons

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I SLAM RHYMES Cocoons hangCaterpillars crawlButterflies have wingsYet I'm floor boundI'm forced to walkJamie curves words like they're baseballsThey're coming faster than gale force nineLadies and gentlemenDistressed Butterfly presents his rhymesRunnin on crooked tracks, I...

SACRIFICE By Georgia Eugenides

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    SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides    THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in my notebooki...