Author: colleenflorafiction
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Drowning by Jim Bates
“You kids be careful,” my aunt called to us as we raced out the door. “I’ll be down in a minute after I finish…” My guess was that she was going to say, “After I finish taking the last tray of cookies out of the oven.” But my brother and I were too excited…
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Infantry of Words by Robyn Petrik
When poems spillfrom my fingertips,I imagine each wordas a soldiermarching into battle. Wildly afraidbut proud to serve,hopeful for a victory. Robyn Petrik is a writer and poet from Vancouver, BC. Her poems have been published by Polar Expression, Moss Piglet, and Coffee People Zine. Robyn is addicted to traveling, climbing, and hiking, and does her…
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I’ll let you leave by Aldo Quagliotti
I wish i could keep youAs intact as one can stayAs distant from sadnessAs a platform waving the departing trainYet you slip out of my hugfall into wrinkles and white hairsI tend my arm to reach your gutsAnd then you reactAnd tell meWould you please just let me liveAnd i have misheard you once againSo…
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The Songbird by Kinsey Carlson
These tears that I cry cannot be explainedLike birds singing sweetly, the music doth lieMy gilded cage tarnished by more than strainMy heart lies bleeding and time does not signifyThat which is remembered is not always gainedWaiting for something to take away the pain Kinsey Carlson is a nurse by day, and a fervent writer…
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King of the High Seas by H.L. Dowless
The King of the High Seas went down today,To the bottom in a furious gale storm.The skies were stormy,Dismal,And oh so gray,Times in general were certainly not the norm. The Congress was deeply divided for eighty years,Contesting in a huge ongoing tug of war.Bitterness fueled embattled rages,And fearsOf what the future lay in store. The…
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Redemption by Daniel Norman
My life changed after I punched a fourteen-year-old kid in the nose—understandably. When I did it, I was a 39 year old father of two, former Air Force, and an airline pilot. Now, after I busted Karl’s nose and cheek bone, I’m 41, an ex-con, and a bartender in a bar at the end of…
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Clandestine of Life by Santiago Ospina
Clandestine of lifePlunging the waters of freedomSeeing the path of passionWriting a poem without meaning; So this is what one is:A looney wandering the worldSpeaking about loveTalking with treesAwakening the dark; Lovers come and goFalling in the deep hole of loveAnd yet, a last danceMust be held To feel the movementFrom the wind’s rhythm;To see…
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Romantique by Jonathan B. Ferrini
“I live in a world of spring showers of acrylic and watercolor droplets painting the score on the pavement of a Chopin Nocturne.” These were the last words my brother said to me ten years ago at dad’s funeral. I welcomed the opportunity to see him and express my regret for the lost time…
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Freedom by Gretchen Gossett
I often wonder if Azari would’ve been okay if I’d kept my secret to myself. Maybe she would’ve gone home to her parents, settled for a husband she’d learn to love. When I first saw Azari strutting across campus in her platform heels, low cut blouse, and miniskirt that revealed the curve of her ass…