A PURPLE SHADOW by Stella Prince

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A PURPLE SHADOW by Stella Prince Leaves were crisp against my boots.The crunch of sticks sounded like a baby’s rattle.The moonlight made my quiet eyes dim.Woods...

INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃO by Roseangelina Batista

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INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOby Roseangelina Batista INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOPrelúdio ao poema de Ajahn Mun Ora um fluxo de momentos,ora um fluxo de vazio presente. A semântica...

SHADOWS AT NOON by Terry Brinkman

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SHADOWS AT NOONby Terry Brinkman                                                                                                                 Shadows at Noon Swift wings no longer serveShadows at noonLike sailboats along the horizonClouds shadows quakingA flock of birds crashes pastNow...

SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson

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SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson  Commutations The morning commute begins on the hourAs nighttime and daylight adjoin in friction.Buses interrupt as I squint...

MANOR by Ann Pedone

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MANORby Ann Pedone Manor Particles of lightStrain to the seenIn the shadows of his heart. He knows her faceTaqstes her lips—Sun wrenched in...

SONGS OF INSURRECTION – Poems by Ben Nardolilli

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SONGS OF INSURRECTIONPoems by Ben Nardolilli Office Politeness Super politeness sweatsFrom the cubicle wallsAnd echoes through halls,Corridors I knowHold and reflectWhispers of thoseWho know meBut cannot...

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...

FISHING LOCK NESS By Sam James

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FISHING LOCK NESSBy Samuel W. James  Fishing Loch Ness the stones are cool grey or hairy brown;the water barely darkens themfor yards and yards out

PANERA by James Croal Jackson

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PANERA by James Croal Jackson  Panera I lost the important thingssweeping baguette crumbsunderneath an industrialfan– cyclicality, the broom’s sashayfrom one end of the...

THE VOICE by Bethany Bruno

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THE VOICE by Bethany Bruno The Voice I’ve always loved the complexity of fall.Only one season makes me feel alive, one that allows...