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John YamrusJune 2, 2023

poems are not meant to impress you. they are written to help me make it thru the night.

Should I ..Poetry

Should I ..

HughLemmaMay 31, 2023

Should I admit it all started as a pile of phrases and a symmetry fetish? Should I credit nighthawks and traffic in the liner…

Filing for bankruptcy of the soulPoetry

Filing for bankruptcy of the soul

Daniel J. Flore IIIMay 30, 2023

I am weeping. Please take my tears. It's all I have left. I lost myself. I don't want to find me either. I am…

Throw JacksonFiction

Throw Jackson

Sherry CassellsMay 29, 2023

Sometimes I just feel like telling a love story with a happy ending, and none of that conflict that people are told they need…

I Fear Nothing More Than Wasting TimePoetry

I Fear Nothing More Than Wasting Time

Andy PosnerMay 27, 2023

I'll be brief, for we are both busy and the calendar Gods have laid waste to that idyllic peace which, if we're honest, is…

Big, Long, Red HairsPoetry

Big, Long, Red Hairs

Lance JencksMay 26, 2023

I screech and I hoot and I dance on this morning for sunlight through the windows, clean, cold air and a woman. It seems…

smart enough to knowPoetry

smart enough to know

Mike CasettaMay 25, 2023

what I don’t know could fill volumes… the formula is V = s3 if all of the things I don’t know were stored inside…

Chisos DreamPoetry

Chisos Dream

Raymond HuffmanMay 24, 2023

Near the Mexico border in the Chisos Mountains of West Texas they say it is so dark that you can see the entire Milky…

Wooden SpoonsPoetry

Wooden Spoons

John GurneyMay 23, 2023

in the kitchen of the blacksmith there are only wooden spoons his hand pauses to examine the sky silverware falters tumbles from the clouds…

GracePoetry

Grace

HughLemmaMay 21, 2023

It is there when a hole in the road accommodates the water that carved it and later, the patch that fills it, when a…

GhostsPoetry

Ghosts

Martin Rae VeilMay 20, 2023

How old was I? I can’t be sure. You know How Time can be; how it Gets stretched, compressed Torn and torched, but I…

UNFINISHED CONVERSATION WITH GODPoetry

UNFINISHED CONVERSATION WITH GOD

Daniel J. Flore IIIMay 15, 2023

I remember talking to God the conversation left unfinished I got up and went to go about my madness but there was a moment…