Etiqueta: poetry
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Hybrid Poem by Jerome Berglund, petro c.k., and Sara Plain
Copyright © 2025 Jerome Berglund, petro c.k., and Sara PlainAll Rights Reserved
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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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«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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Ken Tomaro’s “Standing Lonely in the Alley” Is Available for Purchase!
You walk out the door for work on a Monday morning and immediately drop your coffee in the apartment hallway. You take a bad step on the stairs and almost do the splits. It’s raining and your umbrella is in the car which is in the parking lot 500 feet…
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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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«sometimes,» by John Yamrus
sometimes, the most unexpected thingabout beauty, isfinding it gone. Copyright © 2025 John YamrusAll Rights Reserved
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«What They Found in the Hoarder’s Bedroom» by Jeanna Ní Ríordáin
Cobwebbed shelves & dusty mirrors,jewelry & gaudy trinkets Piles of clothes, old socks & shoes,garments strewn across the carpet Ticket stubs & dogeared books,pill boxes & perfume bottles Drawers filled with photo albums,love letters beneath the pillow. Copyright © 2025 Jeanna Ní RíordáinAll Rights Reserved
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«Poem Talking Itself to Sleep» by Dan Cuddy
after midnightnot the best time to writemind dull with fatigueno emotional issuesno vestal virginsor American Presidentsto write aboutand my sense of humorhas been let out like a catit will find its way backtomorrowtonight even the seriousthings become shadowsin a dark roomI feeling my way in the darkthis night of that…
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