Where the Grass Grows Sunlight narrows the shadow, spreading across the writer’s back to his face. He wakes, ready to feed his children, walks through the halls, and out to the patio with a leash around his neck, and a nurse by his side. Near the cracks in the concrete that shape the letter Z, he sees their hair. […]
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They lie down as children would below the blankets on a cold, unheated night. They fend for themselves, using the vocabulary of prophets, the tears of the misplaced and the belief in mercy. They stand tall at an impasse, draw pictures in the wind and covet love as the only treasure. They give light in a torrent of darkness […]
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Lore Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness; The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided. Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum. He must make a memory of solid metal, So that it cannot be penetrated by knowledge, So that the […]
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Night of labyrinth VI I never intended to die in my dreams again With a staff of anguished of pain In a broad day hour In a sit of castled crown of devastation Weakly the hours of seeing in discrete manner Hope not to witness or see again in hours of failure Turn our thinking into waste garage In […]
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A Muffled Voice This rabbit hole seems a farcical dream. No, I blink, aware …and awake. A pen at the ready, it’s my turn to vote. This ballot, such a curious mistake. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and Arkkis Pond. She […]
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Intrusion Forced entry into caves, mud huts, castles, log cabins, condos, has been a constant, despite best efforts of self defense, violent penetration usually resulting in looting, rape, slaughter, violation of the dwelling, yet more survive in modern times, courtesy of better law and order. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ‘Ignition Point’ is an unpublished poetry collection that looks at […]
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Glass Tanka cat paws the moth stays safe a fluttering Vishnu behind glass made braver by distance scrawny coyote its laughs echo breaking glass in his finger tip the glass splinter a million fires burning
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * This field has so many lips and though the fire is out these clouds still darken –each breath overflows with icy streams and stones left out to dry –it’s natural for a sky to let itself in the way your shadow on impulse looks down and in the open grieves with the only […]
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GHOSTS I do not have a presence and she tells me she is a ghost. Substance has that kind of weight. You talk to the streams radiating from the edge of the river as if each one were a snake that fat and walk into an outer universe to draw the night with color, quick and simple, exactly like life […]
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“You swirl and take the strait past You swing those hips of yours Your eyes they hardly break a glimpse As you kiss with all you’ve got. You turn around to go one away Your hands they’re still on mine Your eyes look away with that glazed holdout Your hands are still on mine. You tell me never […]
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