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Poem: Scarred but beautiful

By: Linda M Crate you said i was cute when i’m mad well, am i gorgeous now that i’m ripping every part of your ego to shreds? am i stunning now that i am burning with all the feathers of…

Poem: i matter also

By: Linda M Crate people always want me to help them, but they don’t seem to care no matter how hard i’m struggling; and i am done feeding the disloyal people from my hand will use the same hand that…

Poem: An Appreciation

By: Mantz Yorke Some win their tussles with your scholarship, but I’ve not yet found the key to turn the lock. Googling words I’ve never come across, I can’t tell whether I’m scratching up intriguing fragments of ancient pot or…

Story: The Obituary Writer

By: Ruth Z. Deming Alicia, modern woman that she was, needed three jobs in order to survive and pay her bills. To her dismay, she learned she was pregnant. At a party at her girlfriend’s apartment, everyone including herself was as…

Poem: The Monster

By: Janna Vought A memory, caught, mounted for permanent display. Move the stone! Roll it away! Dark silence was the feeling, oily a place where days and nights blend, life and death become one. I peer through the broken window, silent….

Poem: Beloved

By: Janna Vought My life is a field, the field where I’ll soon be scattered. I still tend frozen flowers trapped in frost, not ready to say goodbye. I wake in darkness, try not to slip down a black stinking hole,…

Poem: Insincere Prince

By: Linda M Crate better things come to you when you’ve let go of things you should have never grasped that’s what you taught me, and for that i thank you; but i don’t thank you for the heart you…

Poem: let you go

By: Linda M Crate all in all you’re just another character to kill another scar i remember when the nights howl with loneliness shining brighter than the moon another mistake i made and another chance i took that i shouldn’t…

Poem: too late

By: Linda M Crate you may see me waver, my tears fall from my eyes, you may see me broken and defeated and hurt; but like a phoenix i will always rise from the ashes of my chaos; do not…

Poem: Mannequin March

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden I slide into silk Cut a model smile from perfection To paste over the hole on face Smiling like a grin-painted clown Chewing frozen clouds from brown paper bags Smirking at moving pictures on a screen With…