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By: Robert A. Davies tik tik, the winter wren answers. It comes closer tik holds still for me. I note its eye-brow, white black dots in a row on its brown folded wings — no visit complete without this tiny scene….

Poetry

By: Holly Day She had perfect teeth, possibly because she never ate anything complicated, eschewed anything too spicy or heavy, or foreign, as she would never say aloud but we both knew what she meant when she watched me cook…

Poetry

By: Holly Day I spent most of my pre-teen years in small towns in Nebraska, with parents who were hard-core hippies, and I was truly a product of my upbringing. I publicly despised television, which, of course, we did not…

Poetry

By: Holly Day The skeleton stands by an open hole, freshly dug leans on its spade and mourns the loss of its skin. Just days before, a riot of fibrous nerves and thick lobes of muscle wrapped it tight in…

Poetry

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Insipid palate of the moon For celestial lunar lips to part and reveal the tongue of Neptune The intrusive starling of star, Beckons beyond the windowsill Pygmy pristine limp fish cling to fishing rods Like sticky pegged…

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By: Mary P. Douglas My son and I, we live each other’s lives. She said, “That’s good. You can relate.” That’s not the words that came to this mother’s mind. My son and I, we live each other’s lives. We…

Poetry

By: Mary P. Douglas  There is no rhyme or reason For the ups and downs For the swirling thoughts in my head Racing so fast Obsessing by day Waking at night Happy, sad, elated, depressed Anxiety, agitation, anger I hate them…

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By: Mary P. Douglas  Incessant dark thoughts destroying the mind, Turbulent battles for demise, Sudden awareness, The voices are mine, Struggling to halt, Defenseless to control, Demons are winning the war.

Poetry

By: April Mae M. Berza Once again, my father punished me with silence for lack of respect though what he fears most is lack of love. The silent wall disciplines me for an hour or two. It does not blame…

Poetry

By: April Mae M. Berza Verses of paeans twined around my neck as the arrow of Eros knocked profound emotions, passion out of the depths, beyond bounds of men. Of all the most bewitching chants and spells, her song is…