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poems by Maestro Gamin
i was able to make a mistake today and still walk back the person i was with all my blessings still accounted for in my back pocket. i was able to peel away an old angry thought that lied to me and turned on a power switch-off from a manual heart surplus fuse. my mechanics…
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To the men who killed my sister by Lyz Mancini
she leaned through open car windowsfor cigarettes in her pre-teen low-rise denim cut-offswillowy from ritalin she said yes to the things I was afraid ofbonfire invitations and cans of warm beer and cloudy liquid sucked up through a needle on a cloud of cottonwell that escalated quicklysomething in you knew from a young ageyou could get whatever…
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the hungry ghost by Robert Dean
Sitting in front of a bowl of steaming ramen, I’d never felt more alone. While the workers in the kitchen moved back and forth in an orchestrated symphony, the dining room was empty, except for me. I subconsciously picked the middle seat against the wall. The light from the street punched through the shaded glass,…
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Poetry by Stephanie L. Harper
CHILD’S POSE Inhale the distillate of night, its sock-fuzz, cat dander & dust mites among the carpet fibers & exhale the walrus, the whale, the giraffe & the three pterodactyls exiting through the door in your back. Inhale the spores newly moldered during this afternoon’s warmth now re-icing in the needles beneath the Eastern White…
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Mom Dress by Matty Heimgartner
During my pre-school years, my brother and I shared the spare bedroom in our paternal grandparents’ home as our parents fought in court for custody. Being the devoted Lutherans that they were, my grandparents sent me to a Lutheran pre-school down the street from their house. During that time, my favorite playtime activity was role-playing…
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I AM DOING SOMETHING by John Grey
If I look hard enough,I’m sure to find something.Even if it’s not peace.Even if it’s just an old love letterlong buried at the bottom of a trunk.And if I feel hard enough,then feelings will get their due.It could be rain on my face.Or wind buffeting my hair.Try tasteand the singular may not come my way.But…
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Poetry by Robert Okaji
While You Slept While you slept in that distant room, I drifted through gauze and warm tides into the shallows, comforted, as you battered ice floes all night before waking, finally, in angry half-light to sparrow chatter, knowing that tomorrow would bring more bitter hours, more cold coffee served with theories enmeshed in self-appeasement and…
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Poetry by Leah Mueller
Creature Feature #2 Eating popcorn in front of a black-and-white television, my fingers drenched in melted butter and iodized salt. The Bride of Dracula has made her fatal mistake, while Frankenstein’s monster only wants acceptance from a crowd intent on his eradication. Next week, the Mummy will lumber across my screen, mindless as a drugged…
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in a weakened daze by soledad con carne
so much of the day spent rotating between desk and bed and cigarettes tears and smiles and i overslept tears, again, and rivers run over my cheeks while streams run through my veins and ideas run and run and run all the same, and i scream, i smile, i spin twirl around, sing, dance, laugh,…
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Poetry by Andre Peltier
Gaspé Peninsula “Dans les grandes cites, dans les bois, sur les grêves, Ton image flottera dans mes rêves, O mon Canada, bien aimé.” —Louis Honoré Fréchette Roadside ovens with warm, crusty baguette. Wine for the adults, grape juice for the children. Open expanse, from Chic-Choc highlands of caribou and Jacques-Cartier, to rolling grasses. Over to those steep…
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