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Cigarette
By Daisy Sanchez -- Tap, tap, tap. On the table my pen goes Tap, tap, tap. “ Just one puff, ” says my brain “ Just one puff.” I know that...
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RECYCLING
By Sarah Das Gupta -- water polishes refines reduces to the essence the hand grasps a polished stone fine blue veins stretch across the...
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Heat
By Sarah Das Gupta -- Here is a strange stillness, a breathless waiting. And nothing moves In this deepest woodland, the green...
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An Englishman’s Right to Roam
By Sarah Das Gupta -- The word roam is itself a promise which embodies a leisurely freedom, a Will O’ the Wisp sort of dream, of...
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Socratic Soliloquy
By Catherine McGuire -- I watch bubbles swirl and pop; the dish soap’s tensile strength allows a bubble long(ish) life to travel across...
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The Mundane
By Corey Mesler -- Like food, like the hum of the tree as you approach: these things mark us here, keep us connected to the only...
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The dog, older
By Corey Mesler -- Saskia has gone deaf. No more the call of the wild. It falls on stone. She can still sing, loud enough to disturb the...
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The Changeover
By John Grey -- The cardinal’s done with its sweet clear whistles. The veery’s song descends into silence. The distant wit-wit-wit of the...
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That Annoying Cow in the Dairy Section at Acme that Moos at You Whenever You Go to Buy Milk
By Robert Beveridge -- We have placed a granite altar between the heavy cream and the Irish butter, basalt molcajete atop it, tejolote...
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Wirewalker
By Jim Burns -- You balance on moonbeams, but if you trip in the night and find yourself in deadly flight consider all the wires you’ve...
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Closing the Circle
By Jim Burns -- When I was young Death was old and due to its wisdom was in control. I was sick and didn’t care so Death grew bored and...
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Sunset Sadness
By Jim Burns -- You are standing by the window. A bank of clouds, sprawling gray and purple bruises on the sky, accepts the sacrifice of...
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Sunrise Echo
By Diane Webster -- Below the horizon the sun reaches up to touch the clouds once gray now brilliant orange and red sands splashing...
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straddling words
By Ed Higgins -- we all do it, of course but poets especially: like bareback bull riders bone-broken astride the arching back words buck,...
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SONNET
By Soeut Phal -- “I want your fiery flickering and scorching Dancing in the coals until ashes turns cold Arts components into heartfelt...
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Rainbow Bird
By Diane Webster -- Two birds glide through the waterfall’s mist arcing rainbow colors separating one side from the other. Birds soar...
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Poem Written by A Praying Mantis
By Adam Bloom -- The time passes anyway Doesn’t it? No matter what you do It will pass And you will pass too (and so) I've decided Any...
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Fake Nice
By Bruce Gunther -- You stand a few feet apart, wishing the coffee maker would hurry, exchanging the usual pleasantries about weather,...
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My Stifling Procrastination
By Bruce Gunther -- Exudes confidence. Exhales dust and ennui. Lets weeds grow. Stifles the urge to put one word in front of the other...
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Moving On
By Barbara A Meier -- The end table bit me back, fell into pieces, while the scratch won’t stop bleeding. My life moving on, until...
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My Rock, My Life - A
By Davonna Rodriguez -- I feel I always need to be doing a million things Or else I'm falling behind Or not doing enough My rock, my beach, my bean Comes and grounds me. Your curly hair Dark brown eyes Rough yet soft hands Hold me, secure me. The world can be so cruel Not understanding of where I belong But I always know I belong with you, You and orange, brown, and blue. Author Bio: Davonna Rodriguez is an English major, working to achieve her Bachelors Degree and hopes to w
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Renegades
By Kyle Ethan Valla -- Drip… Drip… Drip… The rain. It had made its way down to the fourth floor, near our homeroom. What was left was the natural element breaching our artificial world in the form of a waterfall flowing down a flight of stairs, with its perpetrator being the doors to the rooftop, opened slightly enough to allow the rainstorm outside to make its entrance. Looking down, observing my now soaked sneakers, the realization of what caused this slight flooding sl
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How
By Sophia Leat -- Written with the intensity of the Russian dialect, interact with the uncertainty of a calf's first steps. What suit to follow remains unbeknownst to me, so I lean into the desire of feeling. I blink and blink and blink, though I cannot seem to rid my eyes of the remnants of my emergence — it has managed to remain unwavering ambiguity. My presence as uncomfortable and unavoidable as gastrointestinal issues — as a concave mirror my focal point remains undis
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