RIKKI SANTER – RELIGION

Religion The Dude was here The Dude’s a saint Saints pick their teeth Saints spread like wildfire Wildfire eats oxygen Wildfire purifies Purify your thoughts Purify your chant Chant for Godtopia Chant for redemption Redemption for massacre Redemption for torture Torture to convert Torture to believe Believe in deep alchemy Believe heretics will confess Confess […]

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Angela LaVere – 3 POEMS

Chameleon* I’m a Chameleon, Changing my colors to match my surroundings, I’ll make you feel comfortable. * Trauma like armor, I’ll blend in, so you don’t hurt me. * I can tell your mood in your footsteps, the set of your jaw, the tiniest tells; a twitch at the corner of your eye screams danger. […]

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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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PATRICK MEEDS – 5 POEMS

How Small Can the Smallest Star Be? I hear the thank you notehas gone out of style.That’s just bad mannersif you ask me. A sign ofpoor parenting. Remind meagain, what’s the small fork for?What’s the proper salutationfor a collection letter?Are dowries still a thing?I thought I saw a hummingbirdbut it turned out to be a […]

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Quentin Staley – Caffiend

Caffiend Oh, when the bridle wirepulls her comb and her teethbegin their play, their tin-canmorning melodies aremocking me, so gay. “Oh,” is what I say.How is it these sirensstrike 6, and 7, and 4?No day is as before,a roller-coaster melody,looping back-and-forth. My body aches with gravity.My blood: mercury soup—poisoned, heavy metals;cold and acid blue. “Hey, […]

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