KINA NORVILLE – THANATOPHOBIA

Thanatophobia As always, I wake early to bakeit’s 4 AM, I finish and try to get some rest,and I can’t get this specific thought out my brain:death.How I want to remember being alive, and how I won’t remember anyone or anything.How does it feel to not remember being alive?It scares me.Like my blanket covering me […]

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Sharvaree Kowale – 3 poems

tape metal mesh tongues on glass pane eyes, a translucent autumn makes haste for exit; it tries to leave the  gutter conglomerate  of affections in shedding, of nose twitches, of wings in paralysis, of butterflies in flee from breastfed saplings,  of everyday eclipses hiding in your sock drawer. you’ll close your lips around the filter […]

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Bridget Meeds – 4 poems

I’m Ulaanbaatar It’s May I’m out of registerit’s the cherry blossoms I’m quick and dirtyI need some means restrictiona mistake seen from afarMaybe it’s the lilacs I’m mindful sexI’m back of the envelope I’m Pearl SquareI’m a baby near a boiling kettlea tiger on a calendarCould it be the apple tree I’m instamaticI’m back of […]

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Bartleby Adams – Hallucination N°1

Hallucination N°1I’ve been in the midnightgarden for a while.A boy wakes upunder a black tree,a dog latrine.He pulls on the same hoodof the slavesentenced to deathby the indifferenceof the blind thinkersand goes back to sleep.His life has no name.There is the moonand the mathematicsof the persian,he trades his logical madnessamong the dustbins.He wanted to fly […]

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LYNN WHITE – MOUSE

Mouse Super Cutie wood-mouse lived by the garden pond. A small hole gap in the wall led into compact accommodation affording everything he wanted  though very different  from his childhood home in the high wall  at the very top  of the garden. There he had learned the skills he would need as an adult, especially […]

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DIANE WEBSTER – 2 POEMS

LIGHTHOUSE SILHOUETTE  The lighthouse stands in front  of the setting sun; a day’s natural  protection against shorelines  and snags lurking in one’s path.  The lighthouse silhouette  stands between – prepared, primed,  hand on the switch as the sun sets,  an afterglow evaporates  into darkness strobed  by the lighthouse.  ~~~ BACK DAYS  Looking back,  vision blurs  […]

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