3 poems by Arvilla Fee

Under the Deck I hear the coo of the mourning dove echoing down the chimney flue, all the more melancholy fluted by walls of tin. I wonder what she thinks up there, her tiny talons dug into sticky, black shingles. I wonder if, like me, she needs these moments of peace as the sun slits […]

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2 poems by Jamez Terry

Desideratum Roget spent a lifetime in pursuit of the right words. Unrelenting, obsessed with nuance and symmetry, from his methodical eloquence he birthed the thesaurus. I lack his singularity, living instead in surges of passion, volcanic eruptions of words: intermittent bursts of dangerous brilliance, more often blown smoke. But this I share with Roget – […]

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Alex Scarborough ~ ghost ride the whip

ghost ride the whip another house party hosted by whatsherface  another lacklustre Saturday chauffeuring you around rooms of architecturally handsome faces but tonight I’m cloaked each word I utter is a haunting  met with a second-sucking  startle before being relegated to the conversation’s footnotes  so I saunter between gossiping huddles like a watermark on the […]

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Over-Steeped ~ Elizabeth Birch

Over-Steeped Morning calm spills down my throat, an antidote to replace jitters of coffee, aspartame of Diet Coke. Keep me awake on this morning, every morning, when sleep pulls like a lover  from an unmade bed, and let me continue  work that feels more important than me while disease leaks life from my neighbors and missiles fall  around […]

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