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Controlled Burn by Liz Hunt
Purposeful renewalwe burn down the forestsof our being sometimes we cannot waitfor them to blazedangerously, uncontrolled. We force ourselves to grow againto prepare for whenlife gives us no choice. Liz Hunt is a poet in New Jersey. Her poetry has appeared in the Collective World. Lizβs work is an honest…
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Nightfall in the Forest by John Grey
Trees, gun-metal dark,creak and moan.Mice scurry through the underbrush.Thereβs a hoot owl in their heavenand it promises to wreak hell. All is unhinged when the sun goes down.Long-held opinions dissipate in shadow.Thereβs no more bird song.Air fills with bat squeak instead.Hunger pushes some creatures into the open.Predators are unharnessed somewhere…
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Cypsela by Penelope Lee
my grandma is a lost hazy figure a scattering blur on the horizonfading in and out of reality, of something resembling sanity. she worships a rainbow of her own mind, pleading for some long-foregone benediction.hear her wild whispering to the wind, the drag of her body over the curve of…
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The Elves of Cheshire by Alex LeGrys
I once knew the elvesof Cheshire and drank theirpotions eagerly, begging forjust one more drop they live in shrunken housesand drink fine ales and organic wines,yet they fast till dusk if you havenβt done theirbidding they draw cedar wandsadorned with crystals,casting strange spells readfrom mass-producedpamphlets they watch their mirrors liketelevisions–…
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January by George Freek
An icy wind cracks the frozen trees.as icicles fall from the eaveslike rapier bladesI donβt comb my hair,or shave my beard.The face in the mirroris a stranger to me.The moon and the starslike the distant mountainslook safe in theirfar-off world,but they reveal scars,and are also fragile at best. George Freek’s…