Category: images
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Skin By L. Breen
As a young child, she spent the summers in Florida with family friends. She was continually overwhelmed by the amount of asphalt she found there, the meeting place for the neighborhood children being the hot black tar pool at the end of the cul-du-sac. Often, in the early mornings, they could find a sheath of…
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WORD: A Night to Unite Artists (open mic)
In Parentheses will be hosting a poetry reading in Allston, MA this weekend. Tweet us for any and all information.
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I created the land…by G. Mramor
I created the land, open up to me make your paths turn forever the way spread your forests thick and endless give me arbour in rains give me burrow in snows then show me the light of spring tresses through the verdant crowns let the wind comber through the shaking leaves and when the…
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Daytonighttoday…by G.Mramor
You are the sunrise spreading across misty heathered crests
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Points of Paradisimo by M. Pitter
Various parts of our planet have been popularly dubbed beautiful, considered to be paradise, Shangri-La, the vestibules of nirvana. Narrowing our scope to the radiant oceanic scenes, we see that these places can often take mastery over a person’s pleasure principle or, at least, pull a person into a trance; and she sinks into a…
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…by G. Mramor
Cold tears, a black string of cold tears down the passing rose in your cheek, from your eyes I gather pieces I once gave memories I take back love let it numb out quickly please, Winter surrounds, a cold wind lashes yesterday’s snow across the fire burning out embers yearning for heat, across our lying quiet…
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Speak my coldness to the air…by G. Mramor
, if you ever loved me, make for me a tower, and on her weathered body with a jagged rock write Colossus, fore once I knew and once more I shall know, in her body twist a stair to heaven and there aloft plant a tree, then bring my body into her and up to…
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Encounter – a Comic by F. Bocherel
Florence Bocherel is an experimental comic artist/writer. She comes from London and currently breathes in Montreal,Canada. Her very new tumblr: http://scribbledart.tumblr.com/ ****
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The Sailor’s Lover – Poem by P Chatelain
The Sailor’s Lover She climbed the humid, water-beaten coastline As she did every Thursday
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I run I jump I fly…by G. Mramor
And watch earthsway as you longaway
