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.memoire.Art, Poetry

.memoire.

Sonja Benskin MesherOctober 14, 2022

the back road was littered, rather blustery. today clouds blow in, leaves crake and groan. i say again, a darker hue

I see the sun come up and we have one more dayPoetry

I see the sun come up and we have one more day

Ken TomaroOctober 12, 2022

she is sitting 5 feet away in her wheelchair, back to me as always she says often, “Oh well, it’s not like I’m going…

Parkinson’sPoetry

Parkinson’s

Larry HoustonOctober 12, 2022

rice falls like confetti from my fork lands on the table the plate the floor. I wander through rooms going nowhere wait for the…

10 North FultonFiction, Poetry

10 North Fulton

Rick PernodOctober 10, 2022

Praise Sammy Tepper with the fiery red hair—scapegoat for bullies who taunt and tease to hear him squeal. Praise Etsio Goloni, Gas-station Joe, for…

Free Broadside: Dan Flore’s “Homeless Poems”Blog, Poetry, Showcase

Free Broadside: Dan Flore’s “Homeless Poems”

Open Arts ForumOctober 7, 2022

Open Arts Press, LLC is pleased to announce the publication of Daniel F. Flore’s “Homeless Poems,” a self-printable trifold broadside containing a collection of…

Icarus reincarnatedPoetry

Icarus reincarnated

Mike CasettaOctober 5, 2022

damn not again this improved wax from killer bees was not supposed to liquify as easily but i can see now i’d flown closer…

Designated DriversPoetry

Designated Drivers

Tom StrongOctober 2, 2022

Human me-ing lets ego drive. Human be-ing lets what-happens drive with ego in the passenger seat gaping out the window.

To My Dearest Whore (City)Poetry

To My Dearest Whore (City)

Obed LadinyOctober 1, 2022

What’s happening to you, my dearest? Tell me why your streets are lately full of blood. Yesterday afternoon rain washed it away from a…

An ode to Billy C.Poetry

An ode to Billy C.

Ken TomaroSeptember 28, 2022

we did not grow up with buttercups and daisies, delphinium cascading the landscape of some palatial estate we had pachysandra and a burned out tree…

pixelatedPoetry

pixelated

Michael AckerSeptember 24, 2022

letters of words  expressed— pixels of a thought's  photograph

A Season’s ChangePoetry

A Season’s Change

Michael AckerSeptember 21, 2022

Summer slowly succumbs to its fate of allotted days; its strong bond with the sun waning ever so politely with some days of warmth…

Her Mother’s DishesPoetry

Her Mother’s Dishes

Dale PattersonSeptember 18, 2022

Our little brown dog, in his final years, whimpers for help to get onto the couch. My wife picks him up with a mother’s…