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Done Gone WrongMusic, Poetry

Done Gone Wrong

RC JamesOctober 14, 2021

https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/done-gone-wrong-ii Everything done gone wrong done gone wrong over the top down to the edge can't fix it baby I got nothing I got…

On the Phone with ZaydaPoetry

On the Phone with Zayda

Sara ClancyOctober 13, 2021

Did you know my doctor has no teeth and smokes in the patient lounge? You can never trust a guy like that (the things…

The Long Letter That I Wrote YouPoetry

The Long Letter That I Wrote You

Jill WinkowskiOctober 12, 2021

On Sunday I wrote you a letter about how the sky was such a deep blue Then, on Sunday, again, I wrote you another…

Ode to a HummingbirdPoetry

Ode to a Hummingbird

RC JamesOctober 10, 2021

Tiny twin fluttering fans dart up to hover just there, beak fronting and losing its length to bud inside. Wonder of airs elite sharp…

BOB SUCKSPoetry

BOB SUCKS

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 8, 2021

I’m still suckin air big Bob says when I ask him how he’s doing to be funny I say that sucks he doesn’t get…

Prendere lucciole per lanterne (‘to take fireflies for lanterns’)Poetry

Prendere lucciole per lanterne (‘to take fireflies for lanterns’)

Marc WoodwardOctober 7, 2021

As midnight tolled its long count our host Stefano tumbled down into the oleander plants around the border of the lawn Valley dogs were…

song to myselfPoetry

song to myself

Cameron McClureOctober 6, 2021

it doesn’t matter if it followed a single night of passion weeks of an affair or a lifelong commitment the consequence must be embraced…

The sounds a sick man hears in bedPoetry

The sounds a sick man hears in bed

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 4, 2021

sick in bed I hear talking outside the fan is blowing too fast that motorcycle is too loud somebody’s music is playing obnoxiously every…

he who fears bees, fears flowersPoetry

he who fears bees, fears flowers

Dana St. MarySeptember 29, 2021

my boy will not get a game ball it is a foregone conclusion you can see the truth of my assumption in the glittering…

last night death satPoetry

last night death sat

Milner PlaceSeptember 28, 2021

in the other chair he had a pensive look as if unsure i was ill-fit enough to grace the darkness of his halls i…

EVICTIONPoetry

EVICTION

Daniel J. Flore IIISeptember 25, 2021

Dear Tenant, It has come to our attention that you’ve really been appreciating shelter. You lie on the couch and are so grateful to…