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Caper
by Sarmistha Gupta Babel in clouds Infatuated ions grope Ploughing into space Seam their Dreams Profound strains Overwhelm the spatial sync Soft murmur among Heavens Shadowy huddle Gnawing eardrums Whimpering apprehension Stars succour Cotton fields gasp Onto the kindle clasp Shudder within the faceless Contoured in scarlet hues Enamoured in unblemished prophecy Perplexed dollops Symbolise…
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Into the Winter Brisk
by Chad Hall How the scavengers abound – crisp frost corroded red by rustic claws. & Chad Hall I am currently a junior at Arkansas Tech University, pursuing degrees in both English education and creative writing. I primarily write free verse poetry, as well as short fiction of various genres. My work has previously been…
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Four Haikus
by Sam Waszkelewicz We sit on the porch The cross-breeze rustles through us As the cars drive by Property lines drawn Stacked stone fencing and bushes Will outlive us all Lanky tree limbs Rise farther than eyes can see Climb and never stop Promise will want Money is whiny Beautiful world know me Despite spurs…
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Devil’s Paramour
by Sarmistha Gupta Flung in vortex of numbness/bellowing vociferously Rickety gates unfold /dizziness Mongrel in a heap/doused flame Scathing ash/scavenger gropes Roasted potatoes/perspiring clay pot Bubbling pangs/ devil’s craving Larvae babbling/boastful in mirth Chaperoning the cur/yawning streetwalker Gay in charm galactic/achromatic night Promenading the dim alley profane/ murky haze Rips ambiguity/tolls fated scene enacted Embodies…
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Six Haikus
by Anita Sahoo twelve o’clock my interdigitals ooze sunshine clock ticks on my granny resumes her slumber pitch black night my cellphone flares over me blazing sun watermelons and cicada’s song a sun-shield ring on my ring etches a ring on my sun kissed skin Sunday morning melody of hymns Jesus revive & & Anita…
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Complications From an Almost Unfulfilled Life
by Jose Oseguera Recalling years and things that happened in them is like walking into a room and forgetting what you came in for, as when Mom started digging her long, self-manicured fingernails into my hand, dragging me to the dentist’s office. The holes bored by plaque acids from eating Frosted Flakes for breakfast, lunch…
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Interview with Youshun Xie
by Siyun Fang Artist: Jiang Shijie There are signs of a turnaround in the outlook for the development of poetry, but poetry will never be as popular as it was in the Tang dynasty February 1917 was the first time that modern Chinese poetry came into the public view, when LA JEUNESSE Magazine decided to…
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Springtime
I began writing poetry quite early in life. It was triggered by my puppy love for a girl. As the days went by my topics widened. I love writing about nature. Every morning with my morning tea I have my notebook too to capture wonderful moments on paper. I have been an active participant in…
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Behind Me in Line
by Mary Shanley She had a bobbed nose. I recognized the tell-tale incision scars around her nostrils. She wore an excess amount of copper colored face powder. When I caught a brief glimpse of her full face, I could see that her nose was pushed down and to the right; crushed like a prize fighter.…
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After Neneh Cherry
by Mary Shanley No worries when I sing along with Neneh Cherry. She delivers me to the inside, where the percolating begins. Where words awaken the flow and I’m moving in a direction like none before. And that’s my deal, like none before. Percussion rocking full steam, go for the vibes, shaker of sticks, accentuating…