Categoría: little chews
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“it was a lifetime later, ” by John Yamrus
it was a lifetime later, whenhe learnedhe was calledthe Black Sheep ofthe school,which was somethinghe already knew, but that sealed the deal, and, inthinking back on it,it probably had somethingor nothing to do with the fact that hecouldn’tafford the 20 bucks or whatever it was fora copy ofthe yearbook andwhenever…
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4 Poems by Maggie Watson
Drip Drip My muse is a bag of saline.An IV that infuses.The needle pierces.Words drip through my veins.People ask, “Does it hurt?”I reply, “Only sometimes.”When the muse hits a nerve, I bleed with the rawness of my wounds.Naked in my brokenness, I recoil as the slough of my past trails…
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5 Poems by Chris D’Errico
A Love Supreme All music is in the understanding of one noteSaid the Indian masterSarod player Ali Akbar KhanRomanticizing mystical Oneness,Wind instruments,Darkness as a myth,Guilt worn like a hat.The roundness of an old vinyl recordTurning clockwise under dustGathering around the head of a silver needle.No need for robes or doctrineWhen…
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2 poems by Paweł Markiewicz
She-pirate and the tavern It’s a late and warm autumn.The wind gathered leaves up on the roofof the marvelous tavern.The seagulls heralded a memory – an initiation.The old pensioner-captain drank the intoxicant,like the ambrosia of life.The female pirate Mary mentionedher own stories – the primeval myth: Icarus desired a dazzle…
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“Orange Sun” by Barbara Leonhard
Half-consumedby smoky skiesIt slips slowlyinto the billowing cloudsA life half-spentA life that wants tosleep forever.
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5 Poems by Yongbo Ma
Ode to Chance It is early winter, and the room is colder than outside.The tattered screen window still clings to the frame.Dust and cobwebs filter the cold air. The osmanthus no longer breathes out fragrance,having stopped growing. For eleven years—it is the first time I’ve noticedthis prisoner trapped between two…
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“You” by Peter Lingard
when you entered the room.my heart jumpedno one else seemed movedbut it jumped againyou spoke to some,kissed offered cheeksshook extended handsall the while smilingyou smiled with your eyesall the while looking at meover shoulderspast headsaround moversand I smiled toobecause you hadentered my life
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4 Poems by Maggie Watson
TETHERED Tethered by our history, we are but strangers now.In the hush, I comply.I shall not strangle myself with the knots in the thread.I have written all the words held within my chest.While you suppress your emotions with admirable discipline.Do the words unsaid not lacerate your mouth?Or do you really…
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2 Stories by Leonie Jarrett
The Word ‘Can’t’ Is Not in My Vocabulary Ready. Set. The sound of the starter’s gun. And we’re racing in the Little Athletics Cross Country competition. All these years later, I can clearly see my 13-year-old self wearing my runners with the green stripes. I remember shaking with cold on…
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4 Poems by Charlie Brice
Arbor OmegaOnce there was hope—in the branchthat curves upward to shake handswith the sky.Once robust and lush,bursting with roses red,yellow, and pink, nowa burned husk with blackened limbs thatskeleton downwards—broken, bare, bereft,like the bluster of a leaderwhose luster lies in a crypt, long gone—forgotten.This is our destiny.No matter howcloud-stippled the…
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Poetry for African School Children: 2 Poems by Barbara Leonhard
The Hungry Opossum Once upon a glorious time,In the landfill on the edge of town, Opossum found a wedge of lime.He chewed on the rind, And what did he find?Old sour juice that made him a clown! He jumped in the air and danced all around.He grimaced and cried and…
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“One Man Went to Mow” by Peter Lingard
I’ve been suffering from writer’s block for quite a while, so I’ve decided to start typing anything that comes to mind. Forgive me if I bore you. I just need to write something, and the level of creativity is not the most important element. How to start? Well, the previous…
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“It Doesn’t Get That Hot in the Mountains” by Kelly Sauvage Moyer
“The house sure looks bigger from the outside than the inside,” I commented as our 20-year-old Lexus bumped along the rustic drive. “Isn’t that crazy, Harvey? Why would that be?” “We haven’t seen the basement, I guess. But why would we? I doubt it’s finished,” he answered, attempting a three-point…
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“he was broke…” by John Yamrus
he was broke… notout ofmoney broke, but,out of options broke. Sarah was gone. the kidswanted nothingto do with his sorry assand the rent was over 3 months late. still,it was Christmas, sobefore hedid anything else, he putthe lights out, put up the tree, coveredit all with gasand sat back and…
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“Posters” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
I told Irene: “I had to shut the door to the passage. They have taken over the back part.” She let her knitting fall and looked at me with her tired, serious eyes. “You’re sure?” I nodded. “In that case,” she said, picking up her knitting again, “we’ll have to…
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Featuring “Word Magpie” by KJ Hannah Greenberg
From the Author This book is a quirky collection of art and poetry. Since society’s activities will forever connect us in propitious and inauspicious ways, it’s beneficial to swig together. We are the communal heirs of tasty, as well as unsavory ideologies. Let’s sup on them together. Samples Paperback: eBook:
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