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    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...

    LOVE GAMES by Edith Speers

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    Love Games Start anywhere and with tongue or fingertip trace on your lover the longest possible route to your favourite place or your least favourite place Start anywhere and imagine the aging of your beloved detail by detail...

    BREEZE by Alan Berger

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    BREEZE There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be A sweet gust between the two of us A truce of sorts if you want to call it that A sort of cease fire...

    GOAL POSTED by Rebecca Dempsey

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    Goal posted There was nothing saiduntil my brothers saw it happen.They told Mum, who, shaking in rage,told the head nun about the bullying.More than bullied,small boys were grabbed, arms...

    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 requests...

    THE TOWER by Daniel King

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    Aphelion Cadences Opal light from AtlasLensed on cyan dawn shoalsBurns but forms an echoCascades wild in my soul. Here I stand in wonderHere I stand with...

    DARK MOON, LONELINESS, AND HOPE by Gary William Ramsey

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    Dark Moon, Loneliness and Hope       By Gary William Ramsey The Dark Moon disappearswhile I sit here, gazing at the star filled sky.Its absence allows quiet...

    PASSING TIME by John P. Drudge

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    Passing Time In the vaguely Haunted Eventless days Of wandering aimlessly Over bridges From bank to bank Past smoky cafes And cheap hotels High on wine And careless oblivion Putting place And tradition Beyond the tangible Striking Of my tears On cobblestones As...

    NEON MARMALADE by Alex Hand

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    A stained glass imaginingFrom the third floor the treetops are filigree fine,emergent tendrils nod frantic nervousnessin the ethereal breath of a gossamer breeze.Lace leaves play like piano fingerscaught by ripples from whipish...