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Itchy

By: Delaney D. Ding The itch, a fiendish dance, a battle’s cue,I yearn relief, evading its pursuit.A tormentor relentless, peace it steals,Magnifying pain with a thousand tiny feels. Oh, tranquil reprieve, I plead and yearn,Escaping this eternal itch’s burn.Yet in…

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The Table Turns, a poem

By: Karen O’Leary She stares out the window,trying to compose herselfand not let the tears spill.The waiter says the twowines were preorderedearlier by her husbandto celebrate their firstwedding anniversary.Her surprise is the flowers,designed to capture thosein her wedding bouquet.He invited…

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The responsive awakening of springtide

By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtime wakes upin may glory and dreamsin May-tender homeland O! Dreamy moony springimmortalize the enchantmentof the Naiad forever! the pensiveness of a feather from crowsyou are black such a muse-like falchionthinker with many oboliI listen to…

Cinnamon Fire Angel

By: Brian Michael Barbeito There was an ugly man beside me. I am heavily trained and practiced in anti-oppression frameworks. I was perhaps the star social service worker of my Provence, perhaps beyond. There is that, yes, but there is…

‘Covid card’ and other poems

By: J.K. Durick Even though most of the restrictionsHave been lifted I still carry their cardIn my wallet, buried in there with allThe rest, my driver’s license, insuranceCards and credit cards. It’s my “RecordCard” for Covid 19 vaccinations. FirstOn the…

‘Fun Hoover’ and other poems

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Fun Hoover Sucking up all fun ain’t no man’s idea of party brio.Much better to hent joy on occasions than endeavorEntentes with miserable others. Abstruse behaviors aside, grunting, frowning, snarling, mostlyAmounts to otiose conducts. Instead, lend…

Angel in the Grass

By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. She told them…