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Tag: poet
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a tidal wave of sunlight by Maitreyi Parakh
my cheek is cool against the glass/ the sweet smell of roasting corn reaches me/ and i lift my head/ momentarily sacrificing my respite from the heat./ the rustle of playing cards to my left/ is the chorus to the flap of a butterfly’s wings/ that shimmer in the sun./…
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Tender Firecrackers
A note from the author to the author:do not be a coward. At what speed do I have to move to outrunwarmth,fading red of pomegranate tree I just noticed,buzzing sounds of carsthat murmur candy-sweet rush into my ears.Where’s the destination for glowing?When looking at my hands means knowing-their brittleness is…
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The Black You Wore By Rock Martinez
In vivid splendor, on the fields where the sun shines brilliantlyYou make your way to the front, aspiring to greatnessAmid the glory, the gore and the toil comes your salvationDeath is a reality that comes to pass. You died in battle dress; you’re laid to rest in your Sunday bestBut…
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Birdwatching
He knows his emotional traumas are safe with me,because he’s one of mineand instead of fussing over him,I dive deep into self-blame.He knows his victim agony is a cancelled show,I sold the tickets and bought them back one by one too.His room has the thickest walls on earth,how else could…
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The Shirt
I buried it at the bottom of my drawer.It smells of Insomnia Cookies and abrisk, April night in New York City withYour coat draped across my shoulders. The scent of your cologne has faded,But I still smell it, intermingled withThe aroma of freshly baked cookies,Everytime I hear a Ziggy Alberts…
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No Art No Love No Tears
I call life a water tank.It continuously leaks from every little corner:my niece’s love,my mother’s art,my father’s tears when his father passed away.I’m clueless, no one has taught me how to put duct tapes to right places,how to stop things from overflowing,how not to overflow myself.These tiny water drops are…
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Your Favorite Guitar
You strum me with the guitar picks I gave you.I am your audience and instrument.I know all your favorite songs.You love the music we’ve made,Even if you only brought me to a show once.I hear you’re learning new chords,But not with me.Never with me.You say you don’t want to wear…
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Shouts and Breathes
Doomed to die,I learned to enjoy the sound of explosives.My tears are fireworks,my sorrow’s a guide.The streets are the war scenes andI won’t put up a fight.My thoughts in slow motion,buildings falling apart,your face on the banners,but someone’s tearing it down.And so, it starts,I become the dispassionate observer of your…
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Formatting Your Writing for Submission
Formatting your work for submission is what allows your writing to be readable. If your material isn’t formatted correctly, it can be difficult to read, and when editors are faced with dozens of content to sift through, you may not stand out in the way you want to. Here, we’re…