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In a Warp Of Reality And Time
by Rory Baskin I am a child of the earthrunning full tilt through the grassuntil the world is askewand I tumble and am cradled by the mudragged clothes stained with sunsoaked greenI am wild, tangle-haired and pink-cheekedthe scars on my knees whisper stories to any who approachbut will draw a map if you ask nicelyI…
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The Old Man
by Mel Kenne The old man now was I,and I was he. I eyed him as Thoreau said I might:a fact that could be seen from both sides — something divided sharply by perception’s cleaver. Ashe looked quizzically back at me from where we eachsat alone, wondering why we were questioning our-selves so intently, suddenly…
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Rectitude: Why I’m Pro-Life
by Day Sibley Artist: Evelyn Hockstein Hello Friend, Is it okay to call you that? Before you cancel me, at least hear me out. Yes, you read that headliner right, I am pro-life. Even writing this feels foreign to me, let alone admitting it. If I could rewind time and speak with my younger self,…
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A Gardener’s Note
by John Grey Artist: Leigh Skomal I fertilize my garden with coffee grounds and eggshells.I bury them gently, like dead birds. This enhances the soilwith nitrogen, calcium, iron, magnesium and chromium.I could concoct a fellow human with less. The loam atopis laid softly, deliberately. For this is not burial. It’s construction.Where else am I so…
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Urban Myth Has It that There’s A Driver Who’s Been Circling London Ceaselessly
by Jenny Middleton You are a coordinate on a map, a starting place and a destination endlessly circling betweentheir arms – the names of places you drove through on the way tyre-tracking into memory.Distance is a drumming spiral of numbered miles and love is admitting there are places youwill never reach – people you don’t…
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Melodies
by Fania Bergstein Artist: Lois Mailou Jones You planted melodies in me, my mother and my father,Melodies, forgotten hymns.Seeds, seeds my heart carried –Now they rise and grow.Now they sprout offshoots in my blood,Their roots intertwine in my arteries,Your melodies my father, your songs my mother,Awaken and reverberate in my pulse.Here I listen to my…
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Two Poems
by Leah Mueller Artist: Tom Quigley Missoula Your town along the Clark Fork Riveroverflows with homeless tents,cluttering the bucolic landscapeat a similar ratio to Los Angeles or San Francisco: cardboard scraps,ripped tarpaulins, discarded REI tentsresuscitated from dumpstersand repurposed into homes. I remember your extendedvagabond stint in 1980s Madison— sleeping on heated parking rampsin the depths…
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Three Poems
by Carla Sarett Artist: Eduardo Argoud Self-Portrait as Shostakovichplays stud pokersmokes a packtap dances on pianosleeps in unlit stairwellvalise packedprays not yet not yet Self-Portrait at Dinnerone person hereone person missing Addendum for Healthcare ProxyIf I lingerbefore dying Know I’m readyfor what is next. But before you setme free, play the Brandenburgsto the last note,…
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The Unspoken
Hafsa Moin The paintings are about the hidden stories of the artists family. Certain events of the past that are never spoken about, since they are considered dishonorable to the family. The visuals are a recreation of moments of traumatic memory and how she remembers them. The hidden ancestral history emerges from these paintings, each…
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After Hours
by RC deWinter sing me a new songin the key of longingfiltered through the shadowsof everything you ever wished fori promise not to laughor be dismissivei recognize the colorof the those shadowsmelancholy’s hazy haloloneliness in almost midnight bluei too am a dreamerwith my own songa wisheron the gentle evening starthere’s music in your voicewisdom in…