Etiqueta: little chews
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2 Poems by Floyd Largent
Once, and Then: A Sestina The dawning plays across the windburned handsWhich, clenching tight, revitalize the sun;The lovers watch it rise through sprays of saltThat gust with every wave upon the sand.As always, this has been too short a night,Now ended, dead as leaves blown on the wind. The old…
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“Mermaids and Sirens” by M.R. Blackmoor
… when a storm was coming on, and they anticipated that a ship might sink, they swam before it, and sang most sweetly of the delight to be found beneath the water, begging the seafarers not to be afraid of coming down below.-Hans Christian Anderson, The Little Mermaid The ship…
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5 Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
South Chicago Night Night is drifters,sugar rats, streetwalkers,pickpockets, pimps,insects, Lake Michigan perch,sounds of Herring gulls.Neon tubes are blinking.Half the local streetlightsbulbs burned out. ~~ Dove Bar Poem Ex-lover told me Dove darkchocolate bars were good for lovers.She ate dark Dove bars,I ate light Dove chocolate.She was healthy, I was sad.We…
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Video 1 “a butterfly on my skin, Book 2” by Christina Chin and M. R. Defibaugh
“a butterfly on my skin, Book 2,” is free to download. Here’s the link to the chapbook, which includes an intro and wonderful review by a prominent President of the British Haiku Society and a Japanese shortforms editor, Jerome Berglund. https://ko-fi.com/s/2346b3af9c
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2 Poems by Peter Lingard
An Adventure It’s like an adventure, she said.You should think about the fun,downsides are only in your head.In reality, there are none.think of all our times in bed,of days we’ll spend in the sun.It’s not a day you should dread.Just accept that I have won.Friday, we are going to wed,and…
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“Two Ways to Say Grace” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
An evening, long ago, in a faraway island, a missionary bowed his head and said grace: “May everything I do serve Thee, our Father, and may the meal I offer today honor Thy name. Bless those who are hungry, and may their need inspire us to generously share our bounty…
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“If Only Just to Be Forever Free” by H.L. Dowless
There once was a little whirling girly with a pretty pearly grin. She swished so sleekly sweet when she walked, that many swore she could never sin. But one warm day when the wind puffed enough to make a great snake spin a sightly spin, that little girl decided to…
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“Snyder had a scar” by John Yamrus
Snyder had a scar that ranfrom the bottomof his ear to the bottom of his neck. he hadwhite hairand a white beard andwas drunkmore often than not. thesmartestthing he wasknown to say waswhen he told little Billy Kramer thatif he evergot in a fight in a barhe ought to back…
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“Smoke” by Bill Tope
It was daybreak, early winter. In my 3rd-floor atelier in the huge old house where I roomed during college. The large window at the end of the A-frame apartment was open, and the slight breeze was chilling. Macie sat cross-legged before the aperture, smoking a cigarette. This was not unusual.…
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5 Golden Shovels by Mary Ann Honaker
Small House Dog(a golden shovel using lyrics from Temple of the Dog’s “Call Me a Dog”) Blue fire, reckless hands, moth-eaten moon, youthreatened to kill my whole family. Tell me who else received your fists. I am menow, not your dolly. I’m the ocean, I’m holding secret fire. You are…
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“Trinkets of Needful Things” by Alice Baburek
Dustin Withers sat drinking at the neighborhood bar. He stunk of booze, cigarettes, and sweat. It had been two days since he’d taken a shower or even brushed his teeth. A failure. His wife had tossed him out once again. But this time, it seemed for good. “Fred! How about…
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“Darling, dear” by Liz Turton
For the first time in the longest time, I feel replaceable. A feeling that I am, unfortunately, all too familiar with. I never expected it to come from you. The lifeboat has been set adrift. Do you even notice when I’m not there with you? My forever; not at all.…
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3 Poems by H.L. Dowless
Read Read,Read a poem,Read it out loud,Read an alluring oneTo carry you the entire day long! Read one about the birdsAnd the bees,The elegant flowersAnd the trees.Don’t waste time thinkingOf what people might say,Just read a poem,Allowing the magic flow to have its own way. Write,Type those words,Feel the enrapturing…
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2 Poems by Fred DeMeo
Rainy Season In the stoic shadow of Diamondhead,UB40 soothes an entire island with cover songs.Underneath a groping banyan tree,A drug dealer, car thief, and drunk driver playRock Paper Scissors.Disease is 18 months in Paradise. I rarely went to the beach,I never had Shaved Ice,I surfed once.Early morning phone calls to…
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“I’m Falling” by H.L. Dowless
I’m ambling quietly through an evening-time garden mist,The ethereal sensation moves me along,I near a stony edge, then my foot suddenly slips,Unto this realm now I no longer belong…I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m plunging,So far down,Where my feet never touch the ground.My arms wave frantically through the air.My poor being…
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