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Poem: Mother Would Have Liked You

By: Ruth Deming Boston Market, crucible of the western world stands as a watchtower on Welsh and York as Evelyn and I enter the air-conditioned splendor with joy and a sigh A long line of hungry people snake around the…

Poem: In Question

By: William C. Blome You show me someone who’s familiar with hawks That swoop only for barbells, And I’ll show you a goofy lummox Who’s undoubtedly rarer than the birdies In question. And, okay, it’s your refuse-heap love For me…

Poem: Wild Bird

By: Linda M Crate other women are graceful and thinner than i swans floating in the air shimmering in all their beauty perfectly content with their apparent beauty, but i have many windows open and closed some boarded shut and…

Poem: Letting go of scars

By: Linda M Crate i hide in the hallows of words trying desperately to melt away the husks and shells and pieces of me that i don’t like to lovingly caress my virtue, and make excuses for the dirtiness painted…

Poem: A Fallen Saint

By: Linda M Crate his love was a mortuary slowly swallowing pieces of her until she could not find herself for him, and it seemed to happen overnight this metamorphosis; he the fallen angel and she the saint caught in…

Poem: My only light

By: Milt Montague the blinds are tightly shut to keep out the bright sun i burrow down into my chair for comfort a computer light the only illumination my mindscreen comes alive buzzing with ephemeral ideas one seems the most…

Poem: Difference demolished

By: Sunil Sharma In a fluid world away from this one of stricter boundaries float creatures otherwise denied and banished from the kingdom of the Homo sapiens, the ones evolved the varied specimens interact in a scene not possible real-time…

Poem: Where is the rain?

By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve…