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Mar 6, 20221 min read

"Selection From Loan Words" by Stephen Guy Mallett

Selection From Loan Words Selection From An Open Letter to Gabriele Falloppio Holding the men- iscus at eye level, you feel the sleep...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"Sunday Best", "Untitled", and "Pomegranate" by Emm Corcoran

Sunday Best Golden corn, growing up through the middle of the sea - broken glass, a message in a bottle for sailors and seaweed - I am...

Mar 6, 20222 min read

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"These little suckers", "The second language washing over me is sunset "..by Ren Pike

These little suckers I rhyme too much. Despite my best efforts, words bend over. Touch each other. Hold hands. One syllable slyly slides...

Mar 6, 20224 min read

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"Gaffes Will Be The Glory", "And You Are Free"...by Megan Wildhood

Gaffes Will Be The Glory To err is human, to something is divine. I could Google it. But I have a problem with the whole setup. Pit human...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"Temporary" by Kit Isherwood

while damp and sticky I’d watch you make yourself comfortable lining my side head on my chest fingers at play with the hair ...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"Terminal Illness" by RM Grant

I watched you digging in the doorway piling sod at the rim of the hole until it sat like a small hill in the space between our bedroom...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"bad romance" and "the pinch" by Rebekah Crilly

Bad romance Did she seduce me or did I use her it was hard to say in the throes of our romance to blame her would be unfair after all I...

Mar 6, 20222 min read

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"Silver unthreatening", "Bukowski"...by DS Maolalai

Silver unthreatening 6:50 am. this was london. I was 22 – working 12 hour shifts out near chelsea, just down around this new estate by...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"The slow return to dust" by Gavin Turner

The neighbour’s cat licks its lips, and mimics a human hello In our bottom of the bag road We are people who see, but are not seen...

Mar 6, 20222 min read

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"Splitting times with my hands" by Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi

I I think the rooms in my books were amusing moments after I rang it to their ears that there is still a sea of words to stack to the...

Mar 6, 20223 min read

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"My Darling" and "Perhaps Someday, I Will Find A Word..." by John Chinaka Onyeche

My Darling i woke up this forenoon as every thought of you walls around me i turn to the side of the bed in search the sweet wet bouquet...

Mar 6, 20222 min read

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"Last Shot Down" by Paige Johnson

My palms sweat on the bottle of Bacardi, But it’s claustrophobia of my phone, Not the temperature of the room That my fingers cry for and...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"the history of our school" by w v sutra

the history of our school is a history of love of lovers lowered through the night on ropes through dormitory windows swarming up...

Mar 6, 20221 min read

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"The World is Full of Academics" by Matthew Freeman

Oh, I tried to tell it slant but I guess I didn't tell it slant enough. Like any of the old fuckers I thought I was slippery and...

Mar 6, 20228 min read

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"Of Naming Convention & Recollections" by Jennifer Schneider

to long to remember __ flavors of home__ from too long ago 1. A favorite breakfast food 2. A favorite pantry item 3. Another favorite...

Mar 6, 20222 min read

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"A Song for George" by Andrea Taylor

You reminded me death is a part of life itself even as we live. Winter has always been my favorite, February feels free somehow, full of...

Mar 6, 20222 min read

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"A Sestina" by Anne S. Crossey

I thought this poem would be easy to write But fitting it into a prescribed form Proves difficult. I start to wonder If I have made a...

Feb 20, 20221 min read

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"Devotion" and "Broda, look wetin you don cause" by Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

Devotion ‘After this manner therefore pray ye’ Matthew 6:9 (KJV) I hide Behind The Mouth Of My Son And whisper, God, are you listening to...

Feb 20, 20221 min read

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"The Call" and "Regina" by Corinna Board

THE CALL Drawn to the edge— that tug from within, that umbilical hook. Hand of God, or my own mind? It doesn’t really matter. The void...

Feb 20, 20221 min read

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"For Y" by Stephen J. Golds

As I was leaving her apartment one afternoon, she took me by the hand and led me around her building to the garage. Showed me the...