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Blades
by Vee Weeks Artist: Christopher Burns When Daisy’s alarm went off at 7 am., she had already been staring at her white walls for three hours and she felt like her blue eyes were going to pop out of her head. She silenced her blaring phone and sat up, her bare feet hovering over the…
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New Best Friend
by Fabrice Poussin What a man will do for a cigaretteholding a large bag in one handa broad smile in the other. It is sometimes hard to make outall the words from a distancethrough the earbuds of one’s private world. Intent on the needs of the daybusy at the state-ordained taskI guess all he wanted…
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To M.W.
by Gabriella Garofalo A motionless warm airOld haggards stuck in food and ailmentsFlyers taped on the light poles, showing mislaid kitten-Your die hard habits, October, you old maverickDon’t we know your elegant gaslightingHas form and attitude, much to the chagrin of the waves Who never look smartHard as they tryOf a light you keep stalking…
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Consider The Cause
by Laurinda Lind It is a Covid year and in our townno one has died of Covid, this is a functionof greographic access more thanmutual consideration since no one here wantsto believe that what has come to us has cometo us, after all who says it is a Covid year,only immunologists and don’t they eat…
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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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Figueroa Street
by Jose Oseguera Its long, serpentine body always filthy in a compost of candy wrappers, flattened chip bags, and stained soda bottle shards— divine translucence of a Parisian rose window; their glass rattles beside me like excited children, hopping over syringes, charred stainless steel spoons, ripped surgical gloves, and dried streams of urine— the pigeons…