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Category: Fiction
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July Orchards by Sulakshana Guha
Orange trees, bare wreathedIn July’s afternoon heat. Too late I have come, gone are the fruitBulging, vermillion at first sight, now in bags of jute Their cool juice will spill down throatsAnd the orchard shall swell with more, But I, I shall miss the harvest again,And my bags, junk laden,…
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Botanizing by Jim Bates
Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsVerdant and greenTromping across meadow grassFragrant with wildflowersThey stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observeMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey are botanizingTaking time to step awayTo commune with a wilder placeAmong the white aster…
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Sculpted by Victoria Male
“So, you’re the so-called ‘excellent supplicant’ of mine who called me a bitch then vomited in my temple.” Pygmalia scrambled to her knees and pressed her head to the floor, internally cursing herself regarding its dusty state. In Pyg’s defense, she had not expected the goddess of love and…
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Mesa Verde, Colorado by Amanda Hayden
mud mortar, build your kivas first (21 kivas, 150 rooms)sifted smooth city steps weave vertical, friendly snakes wind upnarrow and steep, you can still touch the plaster families slept against800 years ago, what cliff lullabies did their kids dream this high,under nightscape and cosmos’ brilliance, explosion of stars,constellation stories, you…
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The Taxi Driver by Alexandra Carcel
The woman on the street corner looked just like his mother. He stared at her, watching as she slipped around the corner, skirt swishing around her ankles. He blinked, and she was gone. The doctor shook himself and looked at his watch. If he didn’t catch a taxi soon,…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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…