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I think I diedPoetry

I think I died

Kaci Skiles LawsApril 25, 2021

the ghost in my house is me​ it’s my dog or cat or nothing, someone I cant remember who said—it’s nothing, you heard nothing…

Wendy and the flowersPoetry

Wendy and the flowers

Daniel J. Flore IIIApril 24, 2021

the wind was blowing the tiny flowers over and whipping against Wendy they were all too fragile to be there

Woman with CigarettePoetry

Woman with Cigarette

james stephenApril 23, 2021

lacking a young imperfect secretary but with a handful of straw I walk into the bone night great Italian girls wave to me from…

LinksPoetry

Links

Martin PedersenApril 20, 2021

Enough, the Centenarian's story ends, The two, the past and present, have interchanged, I myself as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, am…

strange town, familiar smellPoetry

strange town, familiar smell

Anthony HughesApril 19, 2021

the sign on the door says Believe in Jesus Christ Be Saved. By God, I knock and score enough for me and my friend…

the first time I sleptPoetry

the first time I slept

Jennifer WilderApril 8, 2021

after the miscarriage I dreamed I was leaning against a yellow doorway peering through the half-open Dutch doors alphabet squares and blankets were draped…

Why are you always defending him?Poetry

Why are you always defending him?

Jennifer WilderMarch 26, 2021

family stories of Allen generally include the phrase what was he thinking? and a trip to the ER roller skating on the front porch—…

daylight savingsPoetry

daylight savings

Rob BreedingMarch 19, 2021

i tasted myself on him the way a cat’s tongue rakes through fur or a pinched reflection in the corner of my eye resembles…

GaslightPoetry

Gaslight

Miya KoMarch 17, 2021

You convinced me that migraine was the throbbing ache of the mind, so I believed you, telling myself nausea was a dead butterfly in…

a murder of wordsPoetry

a murder of words

Michael AckerMarch 11, 2021

like a murder of crows sitting upon the branches of a barren tree, ---squawking so my words rest upon the black lines of a…

Clippings of bad poetryPoetry

Clippings of bad poetry

Daniel J. Flore IIIMarch 10, 2021

there's clippings of bad poetry all over the deck where I thought up and discarded many lines I have to stack them up and…

The Flowers Who Wanted To Be a WomanPoetry

The Flowers Who Wanted To Be a Woman

Paul BrookesMarch 9, 2021

primrose says I will be her lips bean says I will be her thighs broom says I will be be her clitoris meadowsweet says…