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MiragePoetry

Mirage

Mike CasettaMay 3, 2021

I saw myself up ahead on top of this sand dune waving to me. Now I’m here nowhere in sight. I might have known.…

OkCupidPoetry

OkCupid

Mike CasettaMay 2, 2021

Longhaired strongman divorced weary of seeing the horrors in the world has hung up his jaw-bone-of-an-ass seeks a Delilah for fun & bondage will…

Canary DiamondPoetry

Canary Diamond

Sara ClancyApril 28, 2021

Did you know that in the will he made before he lost his mind, he left it to me? I cried when I read…

I don’t want to make $ anymorePoetry

I don’t want to make $ anymore

Lawrence GeorgeApril 26, 2021

i want to strip off my cheap clothes wander out to the back lot of my rented, North Hollywood apartment dig my feet into…

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…