Category: Poetry
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Fall 2015 Anthology Issue of In Parentheses Literary Magazine
We’re back. In Parentheses Literary Magazine (Fall 2015) By In Parentheses in IP Volume 4 40 pages, published 10/20/2015 (Anthology issue) Volume 4, Issue 1 of In Parentheses Literary Magazine Thank you to all our submitters and loyal followers who have kept along in the past year.
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All of them…by G. Mramor
I am not the dream they made You hide because I am not the Father of your children nor the Ghost of a love they took from You and made something sick.
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Feature: “Just Sign this Concerned” by S. Vargo
In the Feature Series, we hand-select material from past In Parentheses Literary Magazine publications and highlight them on our blog for a new audience. Submit work to In Parentheses here. Samuel Vargo has written poetry and short stories for print and online literary magazines, university journals and a few commercial magazines. Mr. Vargo worked most of his…
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Pardon the Interruption: Summer 2014 issue of In Parentheses is NOW AVAILABLE.
We apologize for the late release — but here we present the current issue of In Parentheses!
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The Slow Parade… by Brittney Bullock
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Leave afterword…by G. Mramor
Leave afterword and don’t speak my name. Say instead I was a good boy, a handsome boy. And then you’ll say he was and you won’t know how to say it anymore. Say he and sad see the boy in the velvet blue dress Danni put him in because you’re so pretty. See the boy…
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No Way To Anywhere – Scott Krave
Scott Krave can be found around Cleveland during the summer months and maybe somewhere else in the fall. He has been featured in various spots around the internet. He likes hanging around shops that serve cheap coffee and bake donuts in house. no way to anywhere no matter the depth of the holes dug into…
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Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor
Here there is no island dream. There is the water and the beast Who follows me beneath. Beast Colossus, the one who does not Sleep but lives beyond me. Disperse like the snowdrift clouds. Silent like the long worn face disenchant in the stars. Undying like the lie spoke before me. Two holes…
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Speak me love…by G. Mramor
Love no hero. Love the giant that ripples your blood. Love the fray that hammers the nerve. Love the mouth that speaks your fever. Love the fracture in the bone. Love a broken axe. Love the cross you do not carry. Love the day you make with sand. Love a white bird in the snow.…
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Name: …by Brittney Bullock
I learned your name. It was new, it was yesterday. It was newness on my tongue. I couldn’t stop repeating the syllables, the first and the second. And yet I’ve still to learn the last! The name that could be mine someday; could be ours, in fact. So I practice and practice… You’re the…
