BREATHING By Bryan McCormack

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BREATHINGBy Bryan McCormack    BreathingThe father’s breathing steadiedto a light,sputtering hum.Outside his door, the sonlistened carefully, ingesting the hum’svibrations, producing another sputterin his eardrums.It was like this before, when the son was a boy,and it continues...

ONE WEEK DAY WHILE WALKING By Jeremy Gadd

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ONE WEEK DAYWHILE WALKING By Jeremy Gadd    One week day while walking downWattle Street, I heard a cry thatbrought me to a halt in mid-stridelike a prisoner shackled to a wall,and my heart missed a beat,...

LIVE LIFE BECAUSE By Samantha Kriney

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LIVE LIFE BECAUSEBy Samantha Kriney You Were the Start, the Peace, My First Years                                    --after Barry White My feet loved the touch of my mother’s womb until thefirst note you sung to teach me how to controlmy...

HOMAGE TO ORWELL By Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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HOMAGE TO ORWELLBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo Homage to Orwell,           surrounded by slot machines,in the main hall(perhaps the Tanjiers?)by the penultimateof our national heroes,perfect for adults and children,proud to bethe gear lever in Europe,respecting the margin for...

NATURE / STOP / IGNORE – By Karl Miller

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NATURE / STOP / IGNOREBy Karl Miller Nature/violence (Diptych) Stop (Triptych) Ignore (Diptych) About the Author: Karl Miller’s fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous periodicals, including RE:AL, Portland Review, Subtle Tea, Cold Mountain Review and others; his play,...

SYMPHONY – By Amber McCready

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SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready Symphony If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery dream induced disbelief.I want to sleep like I am in...

TO MY MOTHER’S FRIEND – By Leilani Ahia

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TO MY MOTHER'S FRIENDBy Leilani Ahia To My Mother's Friend Let me tell you of the walkyou missed this eveningbecause you did not care for wetand coldand the land's natural state.I ventured intoSomethingthat was not salty...

TIMES – By Anwer Ghani

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LITERARY CONTESTSFICTIONNONFICTIONPOETRYHAPPENINGSBOOK REVIEWSINTERVIEWSNEW TITLESART & PHOTOGRAPHYADELAIDE Independent Quarterly Literary Magazine / Revista Literária Independente Trimestral, New York / Lisboa, Online Edition            TIMESBy Anwer Ghani The SunsetMy hand is so hot like the soul of the sunset. It...

FEED FLOWERS – By Mark Taksa

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FEED FLOWERSBy Mark Taksa  Feed FlowersWind, if it woke, might scrape a leafagainst the planks. Flowers wilt in the pot.A departed wind pushed the watering can, dry,to its side. Dry wood shows through porch paint.Long...

MIDWAY – By Michael Carr

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MIDWAYBy Michael Carr Midway A student asks me why Dantewandered off the straight path,and I tell him that midwaythrough his life he might findthe answer. Now, it would just be esoteric. I wake at three to the soundof...