Category: Poetry
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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…
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My Fantasy by Koralynn McCall
My fantasy is whathelps me escape from the world. The sliver of magicI imagine in the dark, Tiny bits of reverieto fill my aching heart, Wisps of hope I feelwhen I am gazing at the stars. My fantasy,keeping me from shattering apart. But my fantasy isn’t real,it’s made up in…
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Traveling to Berlin by Ihor Pidhainy
Berlin in 1989 is not Berlin in 2024.I was in the divided city,Entered through the gate and wallPast the armed guardsAnd purchased a bag full of East German cashTo spend fruitlessly for a day. The Eastern city was slow and not decadent,As I was a tourist and not in a…