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At the Casino with No MoneyPoetry

At the Casino with No Money

Daniel J. Flore IIIAugust 6, 2022

you know those people who come around, give you free drinks, well one lady's dreadlocks latched onto me, spiraled around my leg like a…

Missing (for my grandparents)Poetry

Missing (for my grandparents)

Nolcha FoxJuly 31, 2022

Their smiles are bleached from the photo baked brown. They escaped from the homelands that wanted them gone, erased, dead, forgotten. A soundless escape,…

BACK IN THE EARLY DAYS OF COVIDPoetry

BACK IN THE EARLY DAYS OF COVID

Daniel J. Flore IIIJuly 27, 2022

back in the early days of the plague I drank Coronas in protest of the virus my wife and I were told we would…

three exesPoetry

three exes

Larry HoustonJuly 24, 2022

he ate pork skins with hot sauce on the sagging brown sofa, drinking beer from a can, watching NASCAR in faded blue shorts and…

KetchupPoetry

Ketchup

Ann KammererJuly 23, 2022

My father once threw a bottle of ketchup at my mom’s head, then a fork that stuck in tainted wallpaper until the hot dog…

Strawberry PanicPoetry

Strawberry Panic

Jenn ZedJuly 20, 2022

i believe in little gods who gather at doors and windows looking in waiting for a gap in each entrance, a portal festooned with…

cool air warm waterPoetry

cool air warm water

Dale PattersonJuly 17, 2022

white collared loons question existence claim enough faith to tip toe on water. fog clings to the shore smothers reeds remnants of fire smoldering…

High LifePoetry

High Life

StarrJuly 16, 2022

Shattered bottle on sidewalk; city birds ingest diamonds.

DuckPoetry

Duck

James T. StemmleJuly 10, 2022

in the interest of full disclosure striving for transparent honest searching for beauty and its friend with privileges truth disclosing the process a dangling…

Passing the BukPoetry

Passing the Buk

Scott DouglasJuly 9, 2022

I was thinking about Bukowski the other day while taking a shit. I used a week old Merlot as mouthwash while waiting. I stood…

MournersPoetry

Mourners

Andy PosnerJuly 3, 2022

“Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne...” —James Russel Lowell We are all mourners now, our clothes funeral shrouds we tear…

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Sonja Benskin MesherJune 29, 2022

do we describe what we see or maybe tell the tale inside round the corner on the wall are the bullet holes