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Poetry by Micah Fletcher
Fuck Principles. Loyalty. Is the worst idea I’ve ever been proud of. Loyalty Is chink in every plate of my armor. I’d love to tell you That’s worth it. I just can’t. Less a choice, or a culture more a force, like a thunderstorm Like typhoon, like this sea will fucking swallow you little tugboat.…
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The Weight of Tears by Adi Raturi
For the young boy,whose ice cream fell off the cone,they bear down like a monsoon rain,dribble effortlessly down smooth, frictionless cheeks. All of them light as feathers. For the single mother,coming home to this crying boy,they are boulders, caked into the cliffside,infused with grease and sweat,held back only by the knowledge of the damage they…
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Poetry by Charles K. Carter
Under the Sea I. I want to be where the mermaids are down where it’s better, down where there’s harmony, where they love all the species of the seas. down where it’s better, down where sharks are sharks and not men in suits disguising their lust for blood. down where it’s better, down where mankind’s…
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In the Arena of the Alligator by Andre F. Peltier
“Well I’m goin’ down to FloridaGet some sand in my shoes”“Orange Blossom Special,” Ervine T. Rouse We loaded the army green Pinto wagon & headed south for the land of orange blossoms & coconut palms. We saw Rock City & the birth place of Davy Crockett, but our mission was to find the warmth of…
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Poetry by Jody Rae
Only You Know Stuck on the shoulder but it feels like the edge of a knife Cut to the right and your ninety years older Swerve to the left and feels like the end of your life It’s just like they always say You can’t take it with you when you die or drive away…
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Summer by Claire Marsden
the darkness was such i hadn’t even noticed the lillies had bloomed Claire enjoys writing poetry, CNF and flash fiction, and is thrilled many of her pieces have found wonderful homes, both in print and online. When she isn’t tramping through the West Yorkshire woods she can usually be found on twitter. You can say…
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Poetry by Christina Xiong
Mother Kali I wanted to love my daughter in the way of a sweet Madonna, my Moonchild nature well-suited caregiver. She came to us fierce, furious, spitting spice and salt, refusing my breast, reaching for him through night feedings.. She loves too hard, my mirror child, knows her soul is her own. Motherhood has made…
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The Most Beautiful Things Could End Us by Zach Murphy
My family has the luck of a penniless black cat at a high-stakes casino. When I was twelve, my mother, my father, and my older brother Jeffrey took a vacation to Hawaii. Jeffrey went surfing in the deep, blue ocean while I stayed ashore and observed jittery sand crabs as they popped in and out…
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Poetry by G.R. Bilodeau
POPOL VUH The children held a competition, building snowmen. It was an all-day affair, bundled munchkins with red cheeks and furrowed brows scampering from yard to yard like little Giacometti gods at work on the Art of Man. In the end, there was no one to judge who won, nor guidelines to rate the melting…
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