True love is familiar. Read about it in Gabriella’s poem, “second skin.” Gabriella McField is an Afro-Nicaraguan and Korean poet, activist, powerlifter and student from Southern California. Often exploring the body and the wilderness.
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Estimate by Robert Boucheron
A fictional take on an elaborately detailed “Estimate” written in the second person by Robert Boucheron, an architect in Charloettesville, Virginia.
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Ghost by Anthony Emerson
“Ghost” by Anthony Emerson, explores the ethereal nature of love and the world. Anthony lives and writes at the edge of the North Maine Woods. More of his work can be found published elsewhere.
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Suzy and The Last Revolution in Ager by Laurentiu Stehan
Suzy and her friend Sarah live in Ager. Suzy will quickly learn that the Council of the Wise does not approve of her thinking. The Protectors of Freedom come to her aid.
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Colorful Game Booth
Unrequited love through a poem titled, “Colorful Game Booth.” By Ana Surguladze, a poetry editor with Flora Fiction.
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Black Marble by Rock Martinez
“Black Marble” is an illustrative tribute to lives that have been lost for the USA. Robert Martinez is a 75-year old veteran who has been writing poems, short stories and novels for over fifty years.
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Lazy Sunday by Laurentiu Stehan
A Lazy Sunday stroll by the lake turned into an epic adventure when Willy was attacked by an Ice Dragon near the Medieval Castle.
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Smoke and Ashes by Stephen Spotte
My father’s cigar-smoking, or rather its imminent threat, had caused our banishment to the porch. After supper, Dad had taken a cigar from his shirt pocket with the practiced deliberation of an actor. Mom, recognizing the cue as hers, stood and began clearing the dishes. “Marcel,” she said, “you’re not going to smoke that…
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Dogeared By Basil Humphrey
I am well worn, thumbed through, creased at the edgesAlways stuck on the same page, always mid-sentence,I can neither avert my eyes, turn thoughts, nor paperFor it is my life’s work, knowing something of what’s gone beforeBut no clarity as to what comes nextI live in the now of uncertaintyNo future, beyond skittish dreamsMy imprint…
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