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The Ransom

By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone.             It’s…

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Minty’s Scrapyard

By: Michael Shawyer Why did the post have to arrive so early? The postman whistling about the saints marching in while he bounced up the path like an animated stick insect. There was only one for number 25 and he…

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‘Fever Dream’ and other poems

By: Kiley Brockway  Fever Dream A night of coughing to long awaited sleep brought this on. I wonder what monster crawls round the TIGHTBoarded up doors of our midNIGHTSTo listen to may to lay to praySHUSH! If you are careful…

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‘To Gank’ and other poems

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg To Gank In international forums, “thievery’s” not defined by lovely scapes or glistening gels.“Honesty’s” separated from “fraudulence” by reticulating deeds and feckless words.Agonal breathing’s never evidenced lagabouts, idlers, shiftless souls as “worthless.”At times, folks may be…

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Evil Neighbors

By Nicola Vallera I flatten my potato nose against the cold glass. The old lady across the street stands like a stone figure, her piercing gaze drilling into me like she can see through my soul. A chill runs down…

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‘Luther’ and other poems

By: John Ziegler Luther Luther was a distant father,away in his own deep music. He spoke of his own fatherfitted in a soft, white shirt, trimmed nails,smooth palms of a baker,though he was not a baker. He owned a small…

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AND THE BEGINNING….

By: Duane L Herrmann      Troy Rubin, sat at his desk quietly working in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the office: phones ringing, people carrying papers and files back and forth and computers beeping once in a…

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‘My Tongue’ and other poems

By: Puneet Kumar My Tongue My tongue hasIts own mindIt knows wellWhere it wants to go I need not to worryIn which cornerOr in the sidesIt wants to explore I just let it doAll that it wantsAnd the way it…