THOSE TWO by Odeta Xheka

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Half of New Territory The rain’s let upas the last few drops of milk and tears snake downthe cereal bowl, on the breakfast table,covered in silence and soaked in honey-we go about deaf and blind,...

INNOCENCE – By Shayna Boisvert

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   INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert    ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no longertake for...

AROUND THE BEND by Peter A. Witt

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She’s Gone She left me when the sun’s warmthwas just peeking through my window,when the first cardinal could hold inhis daybreak song no more, when the smellof dark roast wafted up the stairwell,invading my lonely...

THE YELLING MAN by V. A. Rivera

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The Yelling Man The man screeches at the bird watcher he nearlyruns over, screams at his ice cream meltingin the heat, shouts at his noisy twins just being kids.He once had a wife. But he...

PALMERS by Sterling Warner

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Theseus’ Protégé Lost in a maze, I search for cottonfibers leading me to the entranceof an abyss portending danger,dead ends & dissembling minitourswho snip yarn balls, block myprogression, muddle clear perception,shade glimmers of light &...

VICTORY PARTY by Ted Millar

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I Accept I've been carrying around questions for the treatment facility in...

THE SUITCASE by Alan Massey

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The Suitcase I am waiting for the rain to stop but it won’t let up.The clouds came in before sunset and now there’sno telling whether a sliver of light remains of this day.My ex-wife came...

THE HANDMAID POEMS by Juned Subhan

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The Handmaid I for Margaret Atwood Behind my veil, it’s the gush of flowers Inoticed first in The Wife’s domed greenhouse:deep-red tulips yawning open like the famished, orchid mouths of children. In her night-blue satin gown, honey-blonde curls...

CAVORT by Leonardo Chung

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four haikus about remembrance i have now realized,i am not made equallavished in dreadful hope every now and then,hurried footsteps dart across.hope they come my way; wait behind bushes,for a chance to pounce uponlet their teeth wrench...

WOODEN STAIRS by Donna M. Davis

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Devilsafter Ambrose Bierce (The Devil’s Dictionary) Devils want to thrustthe business end of a pininto humanity’s metaphorical eye.They often regret their danceas angels on its tiny silver headand the question of how many.But I know...