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.ghosts.Art, Poetry

.ghosts.

Sonja Benskin MesherSeptember 19, 2021

he asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts ghosts of humans when we are gone i replied the animals then after i…

The Right Kind of BabiesPoetry

The Right Kind of Babies

james stephenSeptember 18, 2021

there's a dreamer at the edge of the prairie, an ancient angel of brutal sex, arranging his affairs he's bravely able, the bull in…

Autobiographical CoffeesPoetry

Autobiographical Coffees

Sara ClancySeptember 16, 2021

I am going through old brands one by one until I find that diner counter white cup with two creams and a dark green…

Cycling DhyanaPoetry

Cycling Dhyana

Tom StrongSeptember 11, 2021

Takes a few miles to get there. Gotta get warmed up calibrate to conditions get through the lights outta traffic. Find a rhythm a…

Instead of sleeping I walkPoetry

Instead of sleeping I walk

Sara ClancySeptember 10, 2021

around the house by the glow of fairy lights from above the window and a lemon moon centered underneath. There is a path worn…

Woman with DogPoetry

Woman with Dog

Lance JencksSeptember 9, 2021

"Arf!" I barked, hoping she'd acknowledge my existence. No luck. A woman with a dog is more content than any woman with a man.…

The Asshole’s Final Love SongPoetry

The Asshole’s Final Love Song

Eliot JacobsonSeptember 7, 2021

all the libtards wearing masks that’s how you know who they are fuckers suffocating our kids pandemic’s never existed anyway global elite just want…

Hot Wells Hotel RuinsPoetry

Hot Wells Hotel Ruins

Jennifer WilderAugust 31, 2021

I think Teddy Roosevelt stayed here once after the asylum and before the second fire back in the time of postcards and parasols ostrich…

McDonald’s Sunday night visitation rightsPoetry

McDonald’s Sunday night visitation rights

Daniel J. Flore IIIAugust 27, 2021

it’s Sunday night and I was at my mom’s house for the weekend and we are going through the McDonald’s drive thru as a…

BlanksPoetry

Blanks

Tom SpeaksAugust 24, 2021

I've spent the past week thawing bags of frozen peas, saving our microwave the burden. Now I stand at a clinic counter holding an…

At the corner of something and somethingPoetry

At the corner of something and something

Maria MazzengaAugust 23, 2021

the dirt patch under the power plant has seen some grim fairy tales overlooking dreamstreet the mangiest of mushrooms grow there, spottily, near dessicated…

Hum AlongPoetry

Hum Along

Tom StrongAugust 17, 2021

There’s a hum under all the noise the quiet voice of silence a sound of void filling muted noise like the dark of night…