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Renoir, Apprentice
a golden shovel after Wendy Xu’s tiny palace by Danielle Page breathe into me allthat you once knew, ofpottery and porcelain, thisbrush stroke and this line takesits shape just so, master place-ment of figures and marvel, inside,at the marbling of hues on skin, adetail lost on ceramic, how mysteriousthe vibration of each color tinyappears on…
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Not
I cannot write/ Do you understand what I’m saying?/ I cannot bear to write/ Is today/ Is my wife/ Dead and gone?/ Yes, she is…/ Marc Isaac Potter does not have a dog named Wilbur
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From Shark This Ease
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has published 27 collections and chapbooks of poetry. In addition, she has published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She is currently the editor for Kind of a Hurricane Press literary journals.
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The Eyes Have It
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…
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Beyond Words
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…
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Family Reunion
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…
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Two Poems
by Alshaad Kara The Dawn’s Bellow Eavesdropping into that mansion in smut,Your piano is screeching the dark emotions.My emptied heart is stuck in an urn,Is my liberty in captivity?Eavesdropping close to my heart,Cracks are appearing on the ceiling!Water is flooding through the decanter!The violin is quivering by this spatter.Submit those sunrises to those sunshine,My heartbreak…
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Two Poems
by George Freek Life at SunriseAfter Li Po A spider web of stars,encloses the moonin a suffocating net,but the stars are long dead,and the moonis merely a rock of lead.Life and death are eternal mysteries.and questions without answersare better left unsaid.I look at my cat, sleepingpeacefully in my bed.He’s troubled byjust one thing,when he wakes,…
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Night
Dominik Slusarczyk was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. He has been making art for a number of years. He makes everything from film to music but is am mainly active in painting and poetry. He writes extensively. Earlier this year he self-published ten books in a variety…
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The London Bridge…
Has fallencycling after seventy years. Her casket embroideredwith gold lions, harps,and Queen Mothers jeweled apex. Leaving behindunstained trotting marblefurnished gemsstolen memorabiliagleeful /dispirited hostsand unruly descendantswho wear pretty coat of arms. A bitter commemorationthis telegram.I will not celebrate the death of one oppressorwho will birth a new one.I wonder what coat it’ll wear? Artist: Rachel Bailey