THE NEXT TIMES by Margarita Serafimova

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THE NEXT TIMESby Margarita Serafimova The next times were surrounding me,and everything in their evening lightwas quivering with unconscious potential. I was yearning for you, for an answer from youwhen I raised my gaze to the...

PICTURE NEGATIVE by Gabrielle Amarosa

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PICTURE NEGATIVEby Gabrielle Amarosa   Stars’ Crossed LoveI see her across an inky sky,Pure light,Brighter than any other.She is part of the great bear—Like a bear herself,The strongest and most fiercely beautiful.We all orient ourselves by...

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...

HANDS by Milton Ehrlich

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HANDS Can pluck a Stradivarius, sculpt a David out of marble, pleasure oneself, or a loving partner, scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass, write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation, tie a shoelace or...

CITY DEER by Darren Demaree

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CITY DEERBy Darren Demaree     CITY DEER #13there is play in emerging from the trees to consume to raise your head to bat  your ears against the quiet that will always raise a head to meet...

POEMS by Patrick Hurley

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POEMSBy Patrick Hurley ***there is no port of entrywhat atlas charts thesesaturnine territories?ingress is a dangerous fictionradioactive particlesare ubiquitoustoxic energies fix our hopesbut only choice computes  ***these voices are not frenchand this is no paradisetry for...

SUNSHOWER by Zebulon Huset

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Killing it, Cooking It Friday night the second month of high school—but we weren't thinking about school.It stole hours that we used to spend skating.All summer, every day, all day we were rolling.Curfew didn't lift...

SHE IS A WOMAN by James Evan Gates

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SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come to an end.Be at peace with...

THE RUNNER by Alessio Zanelli

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The Runner On feet of dreams the runner’s headed to land’s end.She knows the horizon keeps receding while she’s running,but she runs as though it didn’t.A finish line is not her aim.Along the pathway time’s...

EMPEROR’S CONCERTO by Richard Weaver

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Emperor’s Concerto, Ocean Springs MS, 1943 My blackened windows are part of the coastalwar defense, or so I’ve been told. Even so,this is no room for sleep. Beethoven’s violins race through the open door of night...