REFLECTION by Dennis Herrell

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Reasoning Reasoning saysWe all have to dieYou sayIt’s a step to foreverI sayHeaven is highAnd I am earth. Reflection Two images remaineddistilled from some human show. A black man hanging from an oak,body limp, head tilted left,devout crowd...

PRISCILLA, LET’S DANCE by Michael Lee Johnson

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I Age Arthritis and aging make it hard,I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walkslow, bent forward, fear threats,falls, fear denouement─I turn pages, my family albumsbecome a task.But I can still bake and shake,sugar cookies,...

BATHING BEAUTY by Sandra Kolankiewicz

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Archeology Two old men with trowels and a permitdig a strategic trench from just beyondthe base of the tulip poplar to theedge of the mound, where an old etching nowsuggests something lies undiscovered. Theyoften spent...

DRIPPING by Noee Spiegel

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Dripping I stare right through the glassRight through it’s layers of transparence and it’s nuance of azureLips ever so plump, filled to the brim with senseless idiomsA glass so full it’s contents drip over it’s...

NEIGHBOURS by Erin Jamieson

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Neighbours while everyone sleepsunder milky moonlightstars coat my eyelashesbody is more than shadowshadows won’t overtakemy mind- trapped ina studio apartment withone filmy window balcony light flickersmy neighbour must be awakemust have a mind like mineor perhaps...

THE HANDMAID POEMS by Juned Subhan

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The Handmaid I for Margaret Atwood Behind my veil, it’s the gush of flowers Inoticed first in The Wife’s domed greenhouse:deep-red tulips yawning open like the famished, orchid mouths of children. In her night-blue satin gown, honey-blonde curls...

AROUND THE BEND by Peter A. Witt

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She’s Gone She left me when the sun’s warmthwas just peeking through my window,when the first cardinal could hold inhis daybreak song no more, when the smellof dark roast wafted up the stairwell,invading my lonely...

GRAVITY by Miranda Clarity

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HAUNTED ONE I sleep with fairieswhile dreamingthe truthof my soul,eyes closed,staring.Magic within,rooted inside;scarce without;abundant,once I am found.Outside, the darkhaunts mebut inside mind’s eye,light of truthaboundsand…darkness becomesthe haunted one. EMPTY AGAIN grief grips my eyesspills rain down my...