Poetry
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Homefree…by G. Mramor
I. Got drunk in the citysludge tonight. Ran the pockets lined with dough. Struck a poorman…
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Snowblind…by G. Mramor
Burning snow and cold hands Black the dress wrinkled white Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes Snowblind…
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Fun… by Brittney Bullock
It was for the fun of it, or so I thought. I’d do it for the…
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That grows from your hands…by G. Mramor
And indifference bears its heart stone, Though a million words be spilt Love lords only the…
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Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor
Because I was there for the parting of the lakes and I saw the sun swallowed…
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386, 387 by Owen Lucas
Owen Lucas is a British writer living in Norwalk, Connecticut. His poems have been published in more than…
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More Poems by Jeffrey Park & Artwork by Ben Quinn
Jeffrey Park’s poetry has appeared most recently in UFO Gigolo, The Camel Saloon, streetcake, and the…
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Foreground… by Brittney Bullock
I dreamt of our demise like clockwork, now I don’t belong to anyone anymore. They used…
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He Died Alone… by Brittney Bullock
I think it must have been beautiful when you died laid up in such perfect solitude…
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When the sky is no longer a safe place…by G. Mramor
When the sky is no longer a safe place the chest of light shall close upon…
