WHISPERS by Makayla Minnich

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WHISPERSby Makayla Minnich Whispers When I am still, I start to think,And thinking rarely serves me well.My mind recalls hurt feelings, fear,And empty threats on which to dwell. A foreign voice spits, “no one cares,”A chilling laugh...

CATCHING UP WITH FRIENDS by John Grey

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CATCHING UP WITH FRIENDS All that peer pressure,no wonder she feltsorrow, anger,at her intact hymen No way she couldsnip the thing herselfand no doctor woulddo the bloody deed. So a one night standit was, a drunken onethat,...

CHICAGO by Elsa Pair

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Bloodletting Bloodletting,but for the rage. If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the rage, spilling down my frontlike vomit or molten lava. If I hold it in any longerthe fever will kill me, and...

IN VAIN I WAKE HER

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Branko Miljković (Serbian Cyrillic: Бранко Миљковић) (January 29, 1934 - February 12, 1961) was an iconic Serbian poet, one of the leaders of the Neo-Symbolist movement which had the mission of bringing together Surrealism and Symbolism. In...

THE BRIDE by Wally Swist

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  THE BRIDEby Wally Swist    Salutations: after Antonio Porchia            for Richard Shaw 1.The fields are buttercuppedand edged with ragged robin. We've entered the realmof the subtle variegations of the colors of summer. 2.Wishing you well on a mid-June evening,one on...

FOCUS by Antonio Rios

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FOCUS by Antonio Rios  NOVEMBER 17, 2010 Clouds slowly rolled across the sky overhead.A heavyset man sold hotdogs at the street corner.Three young children played on a swing set.The leaves fell from the trees steadily,a soft snip when they...

SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson

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SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson Sunrise kid his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls on his pistol, fires one outa messy shot which dries...

DEAR HERON by Danielle Hanson

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DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson Dear Heron You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my ineffectiveness.I am what happens in the hour when clocks fall...

VOICES by Grace Nask

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Backwards People say time is a circle or line, but really, it’s a Ray. It has one point fixed ages ago, and the rest shoots out like a line, Moving forward and forward for all of eternity....