Etiqueta: little chews
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“Carlotta” by Peter Lingard
A work friend introduced me to Carlotta at an office gathering. “She’s Calabrian, toils in our Rome office, and is reportedly a pain in the arse to work with.” Still, when in Melbourne … She was tall and had brown eyes with flecks of green, her eyelashes and eyebrows black.…
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5 Poems by Makenna Johnson
Lessons Learned Being irresistibly pretty only gets you so far,like up to his mouthwhich you assumed would leadto his heart.But he was just hungryand when you stick your tonguefar enough back in his throat you only find the stomach.Home to all greed, gluttony and silly girls past. ~~ Victim of…
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5 Poems by Ivan Jenson
Ghosting You are the cat napI wish I could takeyou are the sweetpie I don’t knowhow to bakeyou are the aftershockthat makes my body quakeand despite all thisyou just had togo and flakeon our plansto see wherethis thingmight gomaybe I shouldjust take thiswhole thing slowbut in the winterI always seem…
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“Lady-In-Waiting” by James Moran
For the ritual, I had five balloons filled with helium and then tied to my fingers—three to fingers of my right hand and two to fingers of my left. The employee at Giant, bless her, suspended her perplexity, filled the balloons, and dove into the difficult task of tying their…
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“A Leap of Faith” by Peter Lingard
Today we’re going to jump at ten thousand feet into a beautiful, cloudless blue sky. We are told the static line to which we would normally attach the ripcord has been broken, so we’ll have to pull it manually. The plane is a little small, and we all assume the…
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4 Musical Poems by Strider Marcus Jones
BLACK WITCH the way you drink your beerstraight from the bottle-my low civilisation could toppleover you.some talking dirty in my earwhile you ride at full throttle,i’m in deeper than the darkest shade of blue-straight down the middlehead thrown back and gigglebowstringrockingfinger pluckingbluegrass fiddle-harbour in oblivionblack witch of obsidianborn in that…
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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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