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I don’t want your future, mother by b.i.w
dear future me i felt bad that morning looking at your imperfect posture when you sat sad deep-like-a-well black eyes I truly felt bad although A lot may say I didn’t because I left at the end but they all (or maybe none) have to know that that was me I…
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A Medieval Tale by Regina Clarke
In a late spring rain, the monk made his way along the covered stone path. Glancing out toward the garden where lay brothers were setting out new plants, undeterred by the weather, he gave a sigh and sat down on a bench to rest. By all accounts, his journey was…
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A Glimmer by Jason de Koff
The fog’s incandescent glow at full moon,creates shapeshifters from shadows,like a blind man, the smells and sounds,become more effusive than ever. The drip, drop cadence of the bobbing vessels,portray the sound of gunshots ricocheting around the harbor,or perhaps, it is the step of otherworldly beings,seeking their betrothed from the land…
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Perfect Timing by Jason de Koff
What is sleep,but the hard reset,of the mind.The brain changes configuration,releasing toxins,dispensing cookies. Repairing the damage,from cortisol-induced stresses,reducing sharp edges among the folds,Bringing to question,whether names can’t hurt you,as physical tolls prove otherwise. Flushing the system,with the means to motivate,and shape the daily masterpiece.Defined by what is left,the salvaged energy…
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Dating Tips and Tricks by Tim Peterson
If you knew Raymond, you’d think a bookstore would be the perfect place for him to meet a woman. Ideally, a nerdy pretty woman in a whimsical hat sipping a cappuccino by the window while a local poet reads something clever over the sound of acoustic guitar. Maybe the whimsical…
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Any Measure by J.L. Lapinel
You are so weird was the most loving thing my mother said and you speak Spanish that sounds like Armenian but her arms were smooth and smelled like bread and she would let me write on her feetin pen and rasp off the lettersin dusty callus powder my words shredded and dismissed below her little undefined feet with unspoiled perfectly aligned toes two…
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Recumbent Pudica by J.L. Lapinel
I was spit out the other end of an arrogance high a confident saunter into adult separationas if peeling the dysfunction from my skin would lead to a cellular replacement Now a renewed adolescentI yearn for the small angled reflective pieces of a dissolving (dys)funhouse No, you wouldn’t fit through the keyhole it’s made custom for my skeletal…
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The Cobbler by Jay Bechtol
Finn snorted his disapproval through a nose eternally out of joint. He’d seen better rainbows tattooed on the forearms of dead sailors. The mural covering the old cinderblock wall appeared as if it had been applied by a couple of eight year olds on a dare. The word “Libertad!” highlighted…
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The cabinet by Katie Jenkins
my strange claw-footedsovereign of the attic landing glass laying openyour filigree ribcage a deco display casequiet as a casket protecting the proxies of people I’ve loved an incomplete tea-seta coronation mug two model aeroplanesthree porcelain toads what heirlooms await you a Lladro figurineslender and gleaming a mallard-shapedpencil sharpener some old first editionI…
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The Red Shoes by Katie Jenkins
I dance through sleep while others dream the stars on their distant throneare nothing to me there will be no more stained glassno incantations I dance through griefwhile others mourn my tears are nothing to me I am no-one’s beloved I am a ribbon whipping on the wind my feet are…
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