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‘Abiding’ and other poems

By: John Muro Abiding I’ve come to this stretch of shorelinewith an uncertain purpose, watchingthe early autumn light pinking the hill-sides and the small swells that risethen pause in dramatic fashion, seemingto hold back time and allowing me todraw in…

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Release

By: James Aitchison Beneath every roof inthe world, fear and suspicioncoexist with love.Such is the imbalance of lifeand human discord.Goodness falls upon thegreat ocean of peopleand is swallowed a million timesby grief. Walk away.Released from your struggle,the soul which seeks…

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‘Gingham’ and other poems

By: Stephen Mead Gingham This is geometrical, this stitchedcross-hatching of order in squares & rectanglesso often seeming to flow even if ironed, hemmed,the plaid weave of kilts given to cotton – this dress,that Italian restaurant’s tablecloth, though the word’s originis…

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Bottom’s Up

By: Kenneth M. Kapp Hype for the fight started six months out. Tom B. Topus and Will T. Snod were in the top ten of heavyweights. Both had impressive records, winning more than 70% of their fights by knockouts. People…

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The Girl At The Back Of The Bus

By: William Kitcher The February night was cold, windy, damp, and slushy. The plows hadn’t completely cleared the roads and the near-freezing temperature kept everything in a state of flux. The girl passed by the front of the subway station…

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Gabi’s World

By: Bruce Levine Gabi was snoring. It was one of her three favorite things. Not snoring specifically but sleeping. Snoring, it seemed, at least for Gabi, was a side-effect of sleeping. Actually, it might also be a fringe benefit, but…

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A Valentine

By: J. L. Lewis You cannot love in vainfor love itself is its own rewardand loses not its worthat the moment of partingor in the cold embrace of rejection.Love marks not the passage of timebut awaits the final hourand endures…

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‘Ephemeral Blessings’ and other poems

By: Karlo Sevilla Ephemeral Blessings Dusk, and on the sand we stand quite far apart.Beyond, the sea unfurls towards us, wave after wave. I’m a hundred steps behind youas you likewise face the drowning sun.You, ankle-deep in saline water, wind-blown…