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A SWELL GUY by Omar Reyes

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86’d i don’t writeanymore instead i useemojis andpost cat filtered selfies with approvinglycategorized stylishcorpses who dream of findinglove behind blackmirrors to satisfy the façadeforced upon by thegiant glitchwhich gnaws...

KETTLE by Pernille AEgidius Dake

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The Lord’s Prayer Trumped Our Faker, who art in the chalk-white House,pumped is thy name, crumbly is your fame.From thy sand trap, thy will be done to what’ll be...

NET WORTH by Sam Barbee

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Deadly Sin #8 I confront the White Bull of the page - Earnest Hemingway My cherry blood thuds against good judgment.Recollection of that begrudged learned lessonbouncing...

SOMETHING IS HIDING by Sharon Lopez Mooney

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Something is Hiding The hint She stops mid step caught by a taught line of memoryit runs along the skin of her collar bone where...

I CAN TELL NO-ONE, EXCEPT THIS POEM by Susan C. Waters

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Age is Creeping Toward Me Like the Old Maidin a children’s deck of cards,it was hidden, going round and roundthe table until the last card:a dowdy, with a misshapen...

WHAT LIARS THEY ARE by Frank Kowal

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                                                       What Liars They Are!                                                            by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor...

WHETHER THE PATRIARCHY by Joanna Kadish

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Whether the Patriarchy Sarah and her father, Brian, were watching “The Trouble with Tribbles” tribbles being little furry creatures that procreate like crazy and overwhelm the ship, when Paul...

THE BLIGHTED MADONNA by Lynn Dowless

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                                                                  The Blighted Madonna           There was a lady once, an extremely attractive lady, who appeared as to hold the beauty of the holy cherubs in her warm pleasant...

THE PRINCESS IN THE TOWER by Cezarija Abartis

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The Princess in the Tower             The voices layered over each other--women’s voices--but she couldn’t make out the words. Valentine? Mannequin? She pulled out her hairpin, set down her...

THE LOCUSTS HAVE EATEN EVERYTHING by Marissa Glover

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The Locusts Have Eaten Everything “He didn’t do it.” Mom takes a deep breath. She exhales. “I don’t care what the other student said—my son would never hurt anyone.”