Category: Poetry
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Echoing Hark by Victoria Brennan Fowler
Leave the missing shingle.It witnessed bare feet climbingto smoke a bowl before bed–a secret no one ever knew.. Leave the pothole, because why fix what everyone avoids? Leave the dead cockroach in the basementbecause it remembers the day you were born. Leave the hole in the screenbecause the memories want to…
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Existence as a Lost Shell in a Troubled Sea by Scout Boriga
When the sapphire waves brush this crystal beach,Does the truth of my kaleidoscope vision becomeThe lifeblood of an entity I have never touched? That horizon winks at me, perfect blue, perfectSynchrony with the beating, beating frequency ofThat droning hum in my stomach. The sand in my toes, golden rays of…
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Even Ruins Remember by Molly Smith
Perhaps that’s whyI remain unmoving—your lies wedged deep between the sofa cushions. These walls reverberate the evidence you were once happy here,still hum with our fractured words,a radio’s staticI can’t dial down. The floors, no…the floorsare our legs, entwined,your vulnerability,oh, how your softnesssoftened the unyielding woodbeneath us. Now they creak…
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Haiku by Jim Bates
Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a warm southern breezeScattering like dreams. Jim Bates loves to write. He takes his inspiration from people and nature. “LIfe is a gift,” he says. He loves every minute of it.
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Peonies by Tina MacNaughton
we all have little ones in thereshe says, with a faint smile on her lips tiny buds promised petalled frothand candy flossnow pink-veined, ribbonedsilky green nubs suggest… something days, weeks pass yet nothing something will come from nothingshe says, with a gentle wave I wait and watch… watch and wait…
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Are You Certain It’s Not Practiced Here? by Joshua Meander
Put on these glasses.One lens is a monk’s, one is a pastor’s.Now see with a blue eye & a brown eye.Our remains all will lie on a large flat rock. Here we always treatOur deceased with utmost dignity.Tradition is protected and applied.The lifeless body is not on displayFor some vultures…
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death of a method actor by Oscar Dumas
Death of a Method Actor—Play without a benefactor.White brick stained by coffee ore,By lipstick and by vomit andThe premiere we never saw. To play him and yet never onceLift the veil of the performance.How mad, diffuse and often cruel,Exploding husband and father andThe leading man to play a fool. I…
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ISO Your Blue Spot by Martin Indars
Let’s take a walk, you and I, and leave everything else behind except for the words on this page;we’ll only be a minute. What can I offer in such little time?A healthy break from mindless swipes.At the very least we’ll delightin each other’s rapt attention. By looking up we’ll also…
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Banished, Sorrow & Vanquished by Beatriz Iglesias
Banished revolving doors. where do I comewhere shall I go. uncertainty, fearunending chaos. where do I comewhere shall I go. stillness and shadowsfoot in or foot out. where do I comewhere shall I go. continuous concealdispirited, quiet. where do I comewhere shall I go. forgotten and loneforever surrounded. where do…