Category: Poetry
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Judecca – by Phillipe Chatelain
Judecca For once, incentive was just not enough:
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Stella…by G. Mramor
Beautiful that stella’s belly grows Beautiful that without warning a kiss Beautiful that makes one from two; Beautiful the little one carrying our love Beautiful the sound of your impatience Beautiful that she is you and that I am you; Beautiful these words are yours Beautiful this love is mine Beautiful this wish is hers
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True, I Liked the Romance of You.
I was afraid I’d have to come to the surface and breathe and be clean and tell the truth, that I liked the romance of you, your soft heart with all its quiet fervor that I could hold and massage in my small hands and touch my fingertips together, the thumb and the middle, feeling…
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The NEW Issue of In Parentheses Lit Mag is NOW AVAILABLE
The day has come, everybody! Our final issue of the first volume of In Parentheses Literary Magazine is now available for purchase at MagCloud. To celebrate OUR FIRST ANNIVERSARY of creating the IP Blog, we have come out with two covers (by Peter Mannka). Collect both! In This Issue works by the IP Team and…
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What the Cat Dragged in! by E. al-Bashir
The young boy watches from afar. Cognitive mist turns to monsoon at the twist of a thought This Dick: 1. To Make babies, 2. to wax that ass, 3! to wax that Ass, 4. (to Start a Family). Click fast before a virus. Oops! Click from that fat ass to Selassie in the chapel and…
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In-Flight Programming.
I just wanted to mourn in peace, in private, but it was difficult to do with a window seat. I could disturb my neighbor only so often, hide in the bathroom for so long. I tried to keep myself occupied, take my mind off of things for a while. I’d gaze out beyond the aircraft…
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Samma…by G. Mramor
‘You can’t do this Peter.’ ‘Hand me that will you.’ He points to the white robe. ‘Peter, look at me.’ He grabs his friend. He looks at him. ‘I’m ready Matt.’ ‘I don’t believe you man. What about Emma? What about your mom?’ His friend smiles. He lets go. ‘I’m ready Matt.’ He passes him…
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2 Poems by Samantha Seto
Darkened Moon Amidst the whispers of the night, all alone, the mournful moon wept upon the deepened world of dreams. The woodland tears quivered with circles of colorful leaves, dances of indigo nocturne imprint into dirt. In wheat fields of golden grain, when summer days grew longer, we used to play along the brook as…
