WHO IS SHE? by Magdalena Garcia

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WHO IS SHE?by Magdalena Garcia Who Is She Don’t you see that she doesn’t care about you like me but still you love her more than me, how could that be?She shows you no love in...

THE DRINKING POEM by Jesse Domingos

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THE DRINKING POEMby Jesse Domingos What’s In a Name Who was he?The man I am named after, Jesse.A king, a warrior?No, A shepherd with seven children.What happen to your sons? Of your daughters?Were you there as they...

LOWER THE BLINDS by Edward Bonner

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LOWER THE BLINDSby Edward Bonner A faint murmured word spoken with a stunning smile.Like opening your eyes in the early morning and gazing at Jupiter all alone.A surreal glow filled the heavens from her beauty.An...

INTRICATE MEANDERS OF BRITTLE LAND by Eduardo Escalante

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INTRICATE MEANDERS OF BRITTLE LANDby Eduardo Escalante Episodes to remember How many times do I think I've losta river, culture, language, the sense of the first spaceand in the right place. Despite the arbitrary questionsof certain...

LONG FORGOTTEN MISERY by Jon Benham

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LONG FORGOTTEN MISERYby Jon Benham Long forgotten misery. They say,control, control,condone, condone.Maybe then, your progresswill have been shown.Why must the view of window panebe to blame for our struggle?When it isthe walls who beg to differ.And,...

INVENTING GOD by Mark Burke

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INVENTING GODby Mark Burke INVENTING GOD Who was the first to speak out loud,call to the sky, invent a namefor the lord of light?Was she in the mountains when cloudscame so low against the slopesshe dreamed...

SELF-BOUND by Clara Leo

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SELF-BOUNDby Clara Leo Do You Feel That? Do you feel that?That’s how it feels to be corporeal and temporal,To have your soul picked among the billions,More than the billions,And matched with this mass of blood and...

REDGATE by Robert Wood

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REDGATEby Robert Wood REDGATE Where carrots and cabbagesand ships hauled over sand and sound where they remarked thatthe colour was always green, somehow, andthe mushrooms were never found where the twilight was molassesbecause we lost our matches, that was...

SAND CRABS by Melinda Giordano

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SAND CRABSby Melinda Giordano Sand Crabs The salt-sparkled sandDrummed with lifeBeneath the yielding crust.And the caverns and tunnels,Blind and subterranean,Hid from the inconvenient seaThat drew closer With untimely precocious tides.A persistent visitor,It crashed and pounded with a...

BELLE VOIR by Marc Carver

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BELLE VOIRby Marc Carver BELLE VOIR As we sat in the restaurantone of the woman who worked in the restaurant cameand sat opposite me for a meetingI could see her open legs under the tablealmost to...