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Embers by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Leave the light on   you said You   with one foot out the doorYou weren’t one for long goodbyesthough in truth   you wanted more                                                         more More of this   less of thatSpring came   Winter passedWe tiptoed in the dark Our house was made of glass Home   is never where you leave itEarth keeps turning turning  roundSometimes you gotta get lostyou saidin order to be found Life moves on    from room to room Death   rarely waves goodbyeTell me what are the chances  we make it out alive? Home  … Continue reading Embers by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

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Plasticity by Bruce Morton

Nanoparticles of plastic, preliminaryEvidence indicates, congeal likeForever knowledge in the human brain.In disproportionate amounts comparedTo elsewhere in the body. What to think?It is difficult to shrink-wrap the mindAround the evolving science of bodyPollution. Lucky it is that the brain’sPlasticity provides us elasticity to thinkBig thoughts about what we think aboutThe effects of our self-indulgent stupidity.Think about it, our retrograde gray matterWill not biodegrade, but be … Continue reading Plasticity by Bruce Morton

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The Immensity of Being by Ron Torrence

a large walleye jumpedfrom Lake Erie to be metby an eagle’s talons thirteen billion years evolvedto the walleye, the eagle,the water, the sky, the beach all assembled in acommunity of isnessonly nature could cause but outside this privateworld, man’s evil wasstalking the Earth a genetic code buriedin man’s beginning hadbirthed homicidal greed kings arose, unimpededby morals or empathyto murder for power, propagating perpetualviolence, ruining livesand … Continue reading The Immensity of Being by Ron Torrence

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“Worst of the Worst” by Franklin Freeman

Hill & Pool Street—corner of—strewn with flowers now—flowerpower—we drove by there—theother day—a cameraman filmingsorrow—just a corner on a hill—in Biddeford—the town across theriver from us—“Johan SebastiánDurán Guerrero was working inthe United States legally—he evenhad a social security card”—theone grandad told me to always—carry in my wallet—Johan lookshappy in this photo—on my phone—smiling—relaxed—a body—ofwater behind him—“The incidentwas witnessed by his partner andtheir three-year-old daughter”—last words—“I tried … Continue reading “Worst of the Worst” by Franklin Freeman

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Mannequin by Charlie Robert

Plastic Bone.Works AtNight.All Alone.Outta Sight.Thinks AboutHerLifeOnLoan.ThinksAboutHerSaxophone.Thinks AboutHerHighHeelDress.ThinksShe KnowsShe KnowsWhat’s Blessed.Mannequin.Plastic Bone.Calls MeOn HerTelephone.Tells MeOf HerTimeOnEarth.Tells MeOf HerVirgin Birth.Hopes That She CanSplitTheScene.HopesThe LightTheLightTurnsGreen.HopesThe Line Is NiceAnd Short.HopesSheLikesHerNewEscort.Mannequin.Plastic Bone.Works AtNight.All Alone. Continue reading Mannequin by Charlie Robert

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The Gavel by Susie Gharib

If I had a cosmic gavel,I would chip away the rough edgesof every monarch and politician,such as their territorial incursions,their inordinate desire for military aggression,their race for lethal armaments,their inherited urge for colonialism,their cultivated skill of turning a blind eye to corruption,their sadistic pleasure in imposing censorship,their patriarchal urge to bully women,and their propensity to overlook racial prejudices.The outcome would be blocks of ashlarthat boast … Continue reading The Gavel by Susie Gharib

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Obelisks by Susie Gharib

At the intersection of ley lines,erected in pairs at temple sides,these stone pillars that point to the skiesare the Egyptians’ tribute to solar gods. Repeatedly looted by Greeks and Romans, these tekhens are unjustly deprivedof the sites aligned to the stars,robbing them of their electro charge.In Rome, they witnessed the persecution of Christians,In Paris, the guillotines that severed countless heads. What is a tribute to Atum … Continue reading Obelisks by Susie Gharib

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Broken Dreams: A Lexicographer Picks Up the Pieces by Robert Witmer

The judgment of death lowered upon all at the beginning of Genesis contains essentially everything that can be said about power.  —Elias Canetti What is beautiful for Nature herself is the all-encompassing necessity of now. Life. Spring. Leaves. Move. Without the wind. Milkweed on ICE. The cream of the crop. Curdled. Art walks a tightrope between nature and eternity. The point is not to make … Continue reading Broken Dreams: A Lexicographer Picks Up the Pieces by Robert Witmer

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Dada by Robert Witmer

To undress the corporate swindle and have him ride a stumbling donkey over palm branches strewn about in a hurricane such that the multitude might see what difference makes. Humbly to fit a natural self. To make real language possible again. Absolute reality is a calendar carved in snow, ticking like a time bomb. Dew on a mossy grave. Spring’s stultification of digital progress. Virga. … Continue reading Dada by Robert Witmer

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Selling the Mattress by Priscilla Atkins

Melodious as Groucho Marx, the middle-aged New York transplant answers Boyfriend’s and my ad (Valley Pennywise, August ‘80), taps at the screen door. When I open, he looks me in the eye. Offers his hand. Bends. Mustache tickles my skin. I’m a twenty-two-year-old fairy princess. Alive. Winged. In the whole back-and-forth over the queen size (or was it full?—God, I was young), he ignores Boyfriend. … Continue reading Selling the Mattress by Priscilla Atkins

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