Categoría: poetry
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«Where Have The Fireflies Gone?» by Winnie
«Where Have The Fireflies Gone?» by Winnie A thin veil of gloaming covered the verdant groves as it devoured the remaining daytime I stood alone scanning the horizon and began to have flashbacks of the olden days when a lanky lass me basked under the same twilight but under the canopies…
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«Hair Failure» by Robbie Cheadle
“What have you done?” Hair demanded.“You frivolous piece of shaped plastic,I’m not a slick and sophisticated knot.I’m a messy ball with untidy wisps.I’m going to ask Hairbrush to straighten me out.And then could you kindly try again?Don’t mess it up this time; think Chignon.I want to look like Grace Kelly,…
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Poetry: «Avoidance»
Avoidance by Margaret Kiernan Avoid like the Covidamateur dramatics in your head spacethe rust can make grim hearingreap apathy,rivers carrying paper-boxescoffee cupsplastic virgin statuesneither valuable nor rare.A homeless man in a longchic coatrants-aloud atwater-logged baby strollersacting as sieves. Arriving darknessas he eats stale breadtram tracks, animatedunder streetlightshouses shaped, against the…
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«The Saturn Return Theory» by Karlyn Miraflor
«The Saturn Return Theory» by Karlyn Miraflor I sit in my lonely, hopeless and frantic of what could be.Startled by eyes prying on meTerrified of the future that awaits me; I glance through emergency exits helplessly.Contesting synergy between the younger me as I flinch with every passing memory. Regression slowly…
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Alice Blue Gown by Andrew Wilson
I fell in love with Aliceno, not Alice in Wonderlandnor through the looking glassthough this Alice famouslyadmired her reflectionin shop windowsas she walked down the town. She was not the girl next dooreponymous heroine of thebereft Smokie whocould not face a life without hernor the Alice in the drivingWhite Rabbit…
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Carla by Bruce Morton
(If you know anyone at risk of suicide or if you are at risk, contact the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. You can call or text 988. Chat lines are available. There are services available for the deaf and hard of hearing.) Carla, we were there for you then,All decked out in…
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«Composing» by Loralee Clark
A hawk flew into a window:delicate, white eyelids showing,sharp sickle talons frozen.Did she think she was headed into the sun?Like the summer I dove deep into the pond and becameturned around, unsure of the path to the surface, to air. She knew how to tell a story with the slow,…
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«Cranked Metal» by Margaret Kiernan
One timebefore I knewwhere I was goingI played in the stilledcar on blocks.I cranked the metal handleto start the engine.One timeI saw the black rubberon the runner board glide awaylike a silver-edged eel,a dog followedand barked,one dayI will bark and follow backto see where I goone day. Copyright © 2025…
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Trijan Refrain #1: Cut Eve’s Apple and Share It by Selma Martin
We’ll cut Eve’s apple and share itYou’ll stay with me tonight We’ll drink its wine till we commit To add more to our light No lies no gloom to trip us up Only bliss to fill our dry cupsNo lies no gloomNo lies no gloomNot when it is time to…
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I Think I Understand, Yves by Shaun R. Pankoski
What you meant about blue,or more to the point, what you felt – after sitting in front of IKB 3that morning at the Pompidou. I could have sat there for hours,saturated. It’s how I feel about the sea, which is to say –infinite,dimensionless,immersive. The unholy holinessof ultramarine,a meditation. Copyright © 2025 Shaun R. PankoskiAll Rights…
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«NIRVANA AND WASHING RECYCLED FREEZER BAGS,» by Ray Whitaker
Wondering about interconnectivitythat word of seventeen letters therehere on the grounds of contextseated on a vine covered bench Doing the drudgery worka universal blessinglike the old worn afghanresiding on the living room couch. So many quiet peopleconcerned, standing silentlyyet moving forward in dynamic livesstill wash their underwear in suds The…
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«All Blues» by Ken Gierke
As I leave my doctor’s officeand head south out of Columbia,I hear a backbeatjoined by light piano and sax,a surge that could be my heartresponding to the news. The sky can’t decideif it wants to be pale azureor white clouds threaded with grayas I pass December-bare treesand brown-tinged cedarsthat offer…
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Sleep in voids by Bharath Upendra
She had tears in her eyes; I had vomit in my throat. Her pain was tender – red, raw, and human. Mine was silent – gray, rotting, and abstract. She wakes up in nightmares; I sleep in voids. I’m on the floor, lying to myself. She’s on the couch, battling…
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against the length of the light by Debasis Mukhopadhyay
after Miguel Hernández’s la boca — the mouth raindrops hittingthe old tape of Auschwitzslack with sleep just rosy la boca …
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Water and Mist by Strider Marcus Jones
let the world do what it does,and when the desertcomes for uswe will be water-so the seeds of new ideascan replace the wars and fearsof decadent thronesspying on the homesof those they slaughter. bring on the peoples revolution,that returns our stolenland into our handsfrom these swollenfat cats, with their final…
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«sometimes,» by John Yamrus
sometimes, the most unexpected thingabout beauty, isfinding it gone. Copyright © 2025 John YamrusAll Rights Reserved
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