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Month: March 2017

Poem: i won’t honor evil

By: Linda M Crate you want empathy, compassion, respect, honor, and the world; everything for free— you want me to crucify myself because you both fear and loathe my power and the beauty of my dreams because they can cut…

Poem: my greatest strength

By: Linda M Crate i was a cancer born under an aries moon stubborn is an understatement of the century, and my temper glows brighter than even the whitest or bluest star; i am a passionate being full of love…

Poem: Patriot

By: Linda M Crate the government isn’t a corporation, and even if it were we don’t approve of the way you’re running it; mr. president, there was another time were facts and science were shunned and we called it the…

Poem: Clown

By: Balu George  There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum…

Poem: How is the View from Prison?

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan archetypal gag reflex 300 years away the pail under the sink is growing mouldy and impatient fussy as a petulant child the handle broken off how is the view from prison? do they read your mail? smuggle…

Poem: Wet Suit

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan I stood outside the hockshop along Richmond watching the many old men come and go. Departing as I once did, one after the other, their heads lowered in their chests even though it wasn’t cold, ashamed in…

Poem: Wispy Pink

By: Charlotte Choi Looking in the mirror Seeing a cherry blossom still a sapling Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Blossoms being to develop As I continue to wait Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Looking at…

Poem: Craving

By: Malini Misra She craved for what she hadn’t seen, She craved for love she hadn’t been, She dreamed of a picket fenced home, with two children and a dog, Little did she know life could also be an adventure, She…

Poem: Carried Away

By: JD DeHart Enter the persona, because I don’t like being skewered by eyes classic introvert Wise cracking, is it too much wit again? or what passes for wit? I’ve got a heavy message, three bags full, full of data-riddled…