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The EmigrantPoetry

The Emigrant

Cameron McClureNovember 28, 2022

America’s fucked I want to go to America I can’t get to America If I get to America they won’t let me back I…

I HAD TO LIGHT A SECOND CIGARETTEPoetry

I HAD TO LIGHT A SECOND CIGARETTE

Daniel J. Flore IIINovember 27, 2022

I had to light a second cigarette I was too anxious science says smoking makes you more anxious screw science I know what calms…

Searching for True NorthPoetry

Searching for True North

Raymond HuffmanNovember 27, 2022

Words circle an elusive center of meaning as wolves searching for warmth stalk fires on the coldest night of the year and aurora borealis…

Empty MetaphorsPoetry

Empty Metaphors

Jenn ZedNovember 26, 2022

post-menopausal my feet get cold really, very cold so i bought a pair of fleece woven house boots soft rubber memory soles made in…

A Conversation at the Age DeskPoetry

A Conversation at the Age Desk

Raymond HuffmanNovember 25, 2022

There must be some mistake I can’t be that old Check the ledger again The ledger is correct, sir It is never wrong And…

. green.Art, Poetry

. green.

Sonja Benskin MesherNovember 24, 2022

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

Paste WaxPoetry

Paste Wax

Ann KammererNovember 24, 2022

I asked Dad what he’d been doing lately. He said he’d been having nice phone conversations. I asked who he’d been talking to. He…

How LongPoetry

How Long

Julie A. DicksonNovember 23, 2022

I may have been a child once I cannot recall young legs, bright cheeks, smooth skin - mirror reflects truth, aged tired eyes, silver…

We willPoetry

We will

Raymond HuffmanNovember 23, 2022

Do you remember when we planted the garden I tilled the soil and you followed behind carefully making lines for rows then lovingly placing…

the moon chimes inPoetry

the moon chimes in

Robert (Stastny)November 22, 2022

the river flows and flows the castle walls have been breached a dinner table heaves   on the ramparts of our friendships crows, bearing…

Soaked as I amPoetry

Soaked as I am

Julie A. DicksonNovember 22, 2022

Luck is that way rain falls over picnic dropped vase, water dribbles ankles, floor slippery, rivulets run driveway cracks, car has a new dent…

I Must Be Careful What I LeavePoetry

I Must Be Careful What I Leave

Raymond HuffmanNovember 21, 2022

Someday someone I love will find everything I have left hidden in boxes filed in cabinets hung on walls or even buried in rubble.…