Categoría: poetry
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«MY NEIGHBOR’S CAR WOULDN’T START AND I WAS GLAD» by Dan Flore III
he was so retro coolcoming out of our buildinglooking like an Atariplaying with his joystick as he yelled to hiscomic con cronies”Let’s get the fuck outta here!”like his plans couldn’tbe stopped but he learnedhe wasn’t in chargeof the universe when his littleBatmobile Hyundaiwouldn’t turn over Copyright © 2024 Dan Flore…
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«You’re the Cream in My Cadaver» by Barbara Leonhard, Melissa Lemay, and Nolcha Fox
Sweet love poems make megaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagand give me cavities. I dedicate my root canals to you,Oh, Sweet Love! And my dental caps! Tired of romanceI read gritty crime novelsabout killing dentists. I can kill my dentistby not paying the bill. Why support a guy who wants todrill baby drill? He goes…
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“Letters to Santa” by Cindy Georgakas
Captured moments,snapshots of life,wrapped up in brown paper and silk ribbon,sitting by the Christmas tree. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, sleep is overrated, for a chance that St Nick might find you under the mistletoe. Letters to Santaafter all these years wonderingif he ever got the memo.I can’t wait! Remnants of cookie crumbs, half-drunk…
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“Sleepless” by Myrtle Thomas
somewhere between daydreamsand the shadow of nightor rising as the sun and moonlife comes in shapes and colorsthe rainbows of my thoughtswhere time is terrible to pleasebattling with the pulse of my heart.I can’t say how often I thirstor hunger for the shade of nightfallwhile I mourn in the sunriseO’…
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«Table of Strangers» by Julie A. Dickson
Unfamiliar table set starkly in white,over time I admit I forgot your face,obscure memory, rather vague.Perhaps I can recallor merely evadethe whole business.I don’t rememberwhat we celebrated back then,a crowd of voices, talking out of turn;sometimes I yearn for the pastwhen times were morepredictable and the piesI smelled baking —…
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«Bull» by Wayne F. Burke
it was the first day of the Festival of Pamplonaand I was running like a motherdown a narrow cobblestone streetand heard a screamand looked backat one of the bullswhich had speared a big guywho went up in the airlike a rag dolland I ran in front of a fat guy,…
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“Tasteless” by Kushal Poddar
I devour the memories of viandsand lade my belly withthe food I cook. Four years sincethe pandemic numbed my tastebuds. “Smell is yet to return.»Says my aunt. I fill her plate with a second helping,hope she cannot guess my failure,but burnt hearts are hard to hide.She turns her head to the…
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“Vagabond” by Peter Mladinic
The fallen world isstars andtransgressions.A vagabond hops a boxcaroutside Scotland, Nebraska.To fight is not his future.In another life he grows roses.An autumn morningsilhouette in the sun,close to earth. Copyright © 2024 Peter MladinicAll Rights Reserved***Peter Mladinic was born and raised in New Jersey. He graduated from the University of Minnesota in…
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«Tybee Island» by Aruna Gurumurthy
December morning rainjounces on the window pane.Blankets crumple, eyelids flutter to the mystery of dawn. My sweetheart sizzles an omelet in a skillet,drizzles cheese and chives,a glass of orange juice bright and shining, as though I am about to drink the sun. On our bikes, we waft throughthe beauty of…
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«Christmas Wish» by Michelle Ayon-Navajas
it’s not bad to wish for more,but i am sad as i shut my doorfor Christmas wishes that may not come trueor hopes that will make us forever blue. nevertheless, let me tell you thisi wish this Christmas would be full of blissfor all of us anywhere in the worldas…
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«I do not cry» by Robbie Cheadle
I do not cryNo emotional releaseCan I findIn floods of tearsAnd verbal lamentationsPain collectsIn the cracks and crevicesOf my soulIt stagnatesBecoming old and staleStill, I visit itPoking at its dreary depthsWith stick-like thoughtsDragging it into the lightOf my current mindsetTo consider and examineSuppressed emotionRepressed heartacheContorted by exileGrows and thrivesBeneath the…
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“Christmas Tears” by Michelle Navajas
you have the habit of breaking my heart each Christmas,a tradition repeated through the years,and yet, each time, it still catches me by surprisewhen you do it again, this time. now i wonder what Christmas has done to you,for you seem the only one i knowwhose custom is to shatter…
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“SONGSTER” by Andromachi Benekou
My love is a vocalistaway of the marsheshe is my only hymnhe will bring me to you. To taste of your rainbowclimax of honeyin your garden as soon as I comefrom your heavenly arrows. Peacock fans its wingscheeks flamingafter the heart was floodedpleasure from buds. Copyright © 2024 Andromachi BenekouAll…
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“Adam In The Rain” by Walter Bargen
Published in November 2024. Are we celebrating the first anniversary of LatinosUSA! (Photo by David Gallie on Pexels.com) The distant highway sad with traffic,quieter than expected.In the nearby parking lot,rain spreads its voice,a widening sheen of sibilantslapping at his asphalt ears. On the roof, it tip-toes,trying to leave or enter…
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“It’s not April 1st, Kid” by Akshita Singh
He said those words to me a few weeks ago. And I was annoyed. Really. I thought it had something to do with finally turning 18 and wanting to leave the whole “kid” thing behind. I was wrong. Or I think, I was depriving myself of the truth because I…
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“Rest Time” By Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
When life gets me down and I am tiredand hope seems too far to reachsometimes it is better to just snugglefind a soft blanket and scent my pillowwith lavender for relaxationleaning into the possibilities of nothingallowing the mind to stop, reset, renewbefore spring calls me forward from my restand so…
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