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200 Meters of Fish

By Zary Fekete “You can’t pray a lie – I found that out.” Emmanuel lifted his head after re-reading the same line for the fifth time. He finally gave up. He had been trying to read Huckleberry Finn to practice…

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‘Truth Now’ and other poems

By: Bruce Mundhenke Truth Now See all that is before you as it is,Beauty…See all that is before you at once,Oneness…See all that is before you as it should be,Peace…See all that is before you as it sings in harmony,Joy…Give…

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As Always

By: Luis Iglesias-Villacorta It was late in the evening, and they lay in bed feeling the warmth of each other. The moonlight shone on their feet and a breeze came in through the window. They faced each other and talked…

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The Way He Loves

By: Tanjila Ontu He never raises his voice,even when I can tell storms are brewing inside him.With me, he’s calm—like soft rain on quiet nights. He tugs my cheeks,holds my hand,feeds me the first bitelike love is something he shows…

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‘Dear Relatives’ and other poems

By: Arvilla Fee Dear Relatives Just look at all of you, now that Gran is gone,hands pawing through fragile wedding quilts.It’s too late to fall in love with rosebud china now;you were all too busy to drink her ginger tea….

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‘Father On A Rock’ and other poems

By: Laurie Keim Father On A Rock Father stands on a rockrod in his handunbeknown to himtides are darkerand deeper than he can imagine.He casts always to the leftof twilight and never beyondthe horizon for fearlogic might failthe test of…

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‘I Unveil the Veil’ and other poems

By: Sushant Thapa I Unveil the Veil The evening has a voice,It speaks in promises,But I want no dawnTo lift its veil,Today, I want to get drunkWith the nectarFrom the evening’s delight,In semi darkness.The river was onceA weeping bride,I take…

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Offerings to Old Ghosts

By: Ute Carson My knees sink onto the worn cushion in the confession boothas I lean my forehead against the mesh screen,hoping that not a priest but my mother could hear my pleas.“My sins were avoidance and neglect as I…