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Ode to the Color Blue by Isabella Tran
Oh how I love and aspire to be the color blueIt is my favorite color but there is much more to it,It is the color of God’s crystal clear skies or his misty sky dewIt is the color of my inner, astrological sign, water, set in the stars that are…
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The Hitman’s Christmas in Paradise by Kirsten Smith
“Aloha and Merry Christmas, passengers of flight 2937 with service to Honolulu,” came the cheery squeak of the gate agent whose shoulders scarcely peeked above the podium. Her neck was draped with a pink fake lei, and a green felt elf hat flopped over one protruding teacup ear. “Your aircraft…
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A Sestina for a Chocolate-Eyed Lover by Jordan Scott
I love the way you say the word “vase.”I love how it trips off of your tongue.Your voice— warmer than chocolate.Your Southern accent, the way you form your words, better than touch.I could drown in a pool of words that you’ve spoken.Sing to me softly, Beloved. I have ordered my…
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Meet Me At Dawn by Yaminnie Chandrra
It’s been a long, cold, lonely nightI’ve been lost in the shadows of the pastI fell into abyss,of these dark-dark thoughts The guiding stars were there all alongI had shut my eyes so tight, I had!I’d missed to see them,blind as I was… You’ve been searching for me in the…
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K4EXK by Daniel Norman
The problem with working from a home office is, you’re at home, and there’s always something that needs to be done. Last Tuesday afternoon, after things slowed for the day, I decided to begin work on a project I’d been putting off for a very long time, which was cleaning…
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Disconsolate by George Freek
I’m tired of lookingat dead trees,weary of the moon,which looks as if it hada dreadful disease.My friends have departed.My wife is dead.I watch the sun seton our home.I stare down a road,which leads nowhere.And I can only returnto my unmade bed. George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” is currently nominated for…
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Initial Contact by Yuan Changming
The only reason Ming had travelled across the whole Pacific Ocean from Vancouver to Lotus Village was, hopefully, to see Chiung for the first and last time after he left his native place more than half a century ago. However, upon arrival, he found himself a total stranger. While…
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Smoke by Brendan Owens
perfumed in the corners of the houselies smoke that has not been aired out;forever stained in the leather &mentioning it will attractmy mother’s attention— there — don’t you remember? my grandmotherbefore the fireplace, chained to many bottles:the bond outlasting all her others—‘it’s very similar,’ says my brother.in the silence that…
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Burden by Huina Zheng
Mom, when you said you wanted to live with us, I thought you meant the seven-day National Day holiday, so I agreed at once. After all, we live in different cities and don’t often see each other. But half a month passed, and you had no intention of leaving. Ling…