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Poem: To Wake

By: Harrison Abbott To wake, so many times under the canopy of non-sleep; Dreams held in bizarre crossroads, lashed piers, burnt woodlands, Wherein the clowns reside and horsebacked men tap their pistols. Dreams rocked by ladies’ words from their reptile…

Poem: Nowhere, Man

By: Derek Harmening On the last day of my twenties A soft snow fell. Quietly, almost apologetically, As though embarrassed at having burdened us all With the memory Of winter. It hugged the narrow sidewalk like a fitted sheet, Covering…

Poem: Multi-faceted

By: Monika Reddy If she is beautiful, she got corrupted. If she is ugly, she is a bitch. If she is lean, not more than a broom stick. If she is stout, she will be an everlasting spinster. If she…

Poem: We Better Start Now

By: Mark Kodama We may believe but do not know If God is Christian, Muslim or Jew, Or if He exists only in our minds. Given the paucity of our knowledge, Why not give each other the benefit of the…

Skin not sweater, ontology or epistemology? [7+]

By: Gerard Sarnat Kafka Joylessly Metamorphed “Oy, you know the very best predictor of your future is the past,” pontificated the pachyderm matriarch gazing at her trunk in a pond. Hugely wrong, thunk this undulating pollywog… Back when before elephant…