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June 2023

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In this life, we metArt

In this life, we met

Hang MaiJune 17, 2023

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Old Age Is a Laugh and a BlanketPoetry

Old Age Is a Laugh and a Blanket

Dale PattersonJune 16, 2023

I have Magoo eyes, narrow slits carved through bone that filter distractions and see to the future. When tapped with a toothbrush my broken…

MY HIGH SCHOOL CREATIVE WRITING TEACHERPoetry

MY HIGH SCHOOL CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER

Daniel J. Flore IIIJune 15, 2023

i don't think about him much he wasn't very good and i wasn't either but marked in red pen at the top of my…

BirdPoetry

Bird

Sherry CassellsJune 13, 2023

                           When I am old              …

REMEMBERING HER PORCH AND THE MOONLIGHTPoetry

REMEMBERING HER PORCH AND THE MOONLIGHT

Daniel J. Flore IIIJune 12, 2023

I remember her porch her cat in there it was screened in it was summer late at night almost morning the darkness and the…

Restraint, a How-ToPoetry

Restraint, a How-To

Sherry CassellsJune 11, 2023

Into this temper of writers called poets I shove my own shoulders Respectful of the undertaking I chisel my words and aim with care…

Distance holds our absencePoetry

Distance holds our absence

Nathalie SpaansJune 10, 2023

There are birds here, the garden has no fence. My neighbor checks in on the roses and brushes away lice with soft working hands.…

Owning ItPoetry

Owning It

james stephenJune 9, 2023

The moon is above me my toes are cold so I put some shoes on not because I'm going anywhere but just because it's…

Full of YesterdayFiction

Full of Yesterday

Sherry CassellsJune 8, 2023

Feels like I have a bag over my shoulder that’s full of yesterday. As I approach Alice’s place it gets not exactly heavy but…

trash rolls like tumbleweedsPoetry

trash rolls like tumbleweeds

Larry HoustonJune 7, 2023

and gets hung on the curb then, freed by the wind lands in brown weeds beside the big ditch. I kick at a beer…

My inner poet, like a child, makes believePoetry

My inner poet, like a child, makes believe

Mike CasettaJune 6, 2023

large pine trees in a bark beetle free forest after living long lives of capturing carbon & releasing oxygen & having been a home…

5:24AMPoetry

5:24AM

Mark Anthony PearceJune 5, 2023

I stepped outside my flat I named the bunker and there was a woman bestial with insane eyes surrounded by the trash of her…