Tag: Fiction
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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, and hiking, and does her…
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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 have misheard you once againSo…
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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 day, and a fervent writer…
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Open Call for Submissions!
F lora Fiction is looking for artists, writers, poets, photographers, illustrators, and others to be featured for Volume 4 Issue 2, Spring Issue set to release on June 21st 2023. We’re inspired by you and would love to see what you have to offer. Please check out our previous issues for reference of work we’ve published. If your…
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King of the High Seas by H.L. Dowless
The King of the High Seas went down today,To the bottom in a furious gale storm.The skies were stormy,Dismal,And oh so gray,Times in general were certainly not the norm. The Congress was deeply divided for eighty years,Contesting in a huge ongoing tug of war.Bitterness fueled embattled rages,And fearsOf what the future lay in store. The…
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Clandestine of Life by Santiago Ospina
Clandestine of lifePlunging the waters of freedomSeeing the path of passionWriting a poem without meaning; So this is what one is:A looney wandering the worldSpeaking about loveTalking with treesAwakening the dark; Lovers come and goFalling in the deep hole of loveAnd yet, a last danceMust be held To feel the movementFrom the wind’s rhythm;To see…