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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…

Poem: Cul-de-sac

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Your lauded visage is to perfection Retinue to exalt Your lighthouse sight is the aroma of treacly solitude Saccharine scent to seep Hydrogen Sulfide Contaminating my senses Twined as a foetus To writhe under the microscope…