The Night That We Were By K.M. Crane

We were there the night the roses exploded. Blood red petals cover city parked cars, showered with confetti failures. Tell me yours and I’ll show you mine. See the concrete lined with trees, see these lists, inked leaves with juices from fallen fruit. Half-moon stains are thoughts unsaid. Do you remember when we sat on…

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Death After Dying By Claudine Griggs

           I hate working the night shift at the morgue because corpses won’t leave me alone.           The human brain can still “think” for five to seven days after death, given a temperature range of 35-48 degrees Fahrenheit and assuming there has been no significant head trauma. Post-mortem brain waves were discovered 12 years ago, but it took…

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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./ the giggle sounds out from…

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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 no one saw you as…

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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 calling me to join their…

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Thought Recording Machine

           “Let me set the record straight. It’s against our principles to record someone’s thoughts while they are unconscious,” Dr. Miracle said, trying to explain institutional policies to her surprisingly quick-witted customer-to-be, Mrs. Clementine, who just couldn’t quit the idea of knowing the mind of her daughter.           Mrs. Clementine’s response turned out to be twice as enthusiastic…

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