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    WRITERS’S BLOCK by Bernadette Dickenson

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    WRITERS’S BLOCK Words scuttle around the squaremarking the edge of my mindrunning in chaosfrom corner to cornerupstairs and downstairsnot lingering on the landing for restI struggle to put them...

    ON THE BASIS OF SELFLOVE by Ann Huang

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    The Rights of A Girl In summer solstice, lightning in midnightpulls you from cosmos—rain stormsthe waterscapesYou walk backward, making space aboutthe need to start becoming. To thosewhom you see...

    GAME OF THREE by Lucia Coppola

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    THE SNAKE Coiled up by the side of the trackswhile the train whizzes past, kicks up dead leavesthe overcast chill drizzles down fog and dreamsproject onto his reptilian stare...

    THEME FOR THE ETERNAL NOW by John Sweet

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    why i dreamt of the west coast a suicide maybe bitter taste ofabandoned hope says he hates her saysshe hates him and then...
    David Lenna

    THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN by David Lenna

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    The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen (Chapter I) My left palm still hurts. Going, preparing without a backpack on my back. My left palm still hurts so much that...

    PARIS PARK, OCTOBER by Laurel Benjamin

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    The blue moss sings a song of its ownwith a line from Toi Derricotte’s poem “I give into an old desire” I’ve lost so much distracted by hungerfor blue...

    THREE ZEN DADA POEMS by H.A. Sappho

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    HIDEOUS WINNERS Stray bits of grammar peck at the skyAlgae with red snouts wins the next track meetSea foam and plastic comply with the new climate’s directivesA revised global...

    BIRTHING A POEM by Emalisa Rose

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    Birthing a poem Two on the high wirein exchanging of songery. They’re rising the sky withthe voice of the ancients, inthis ritual reverie.

    I SLAM RHYMES by Jamie Gibbons

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    I SLAM RHYMES Cocoons hangCaterpillars crawlButterflies have wingsYet I'm floor boundI'm forced to walkJamie curves words like they're baseballsThey're coming faster than gale force nineLadies and gentlemenDistressed Butterfly presents...

    MORNINGS by Alan Massey

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    This Man He takes aluminum cans from the neighbor’s trash, limps off and walks his bikedown this late morning road, down to the next homewhere he hunches down into...