Category: Poetry
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America, Take Two Terms and Call me in the Morning by M. Pitter
After the closely fought race for the presidency, shifty and serious all the way through, Mr. Barack Hussein Obama has been re-elected as the President of the United States of America. People everywhere rejoiced, heavily clad in an armor of Obama pins and stickers, smiling, racing to Facebook to type into their statuses:________!! Bars were…
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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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How To Break A Poet’s Heart – Poem by J.Gawrych
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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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New Jerusalem Rising – poem submission by E Sade
Eboni Sade’ is a Jersey City, NJ native with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Communications from Howard University. She has been published in This Old House Magazine, St. Maarten’s Guide to Writing Handbook, The Amistad Journal, ImageOutWrite and Blackberry: a magazine. She is also the author of Skin to Skin. New Jerusalem Rising Mercury…
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PRESS: When You Write It, Put it In Parentheses
When You Write It, Put It In Parentheses By debuting a new literary magazine, the Boston University duo of Phillipe Chatelain (CAS ‘13) and Michael Pitter (CAS ‘12) are attempting to preserve their generation’s artistic and literary impact post Post-Modernism.
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life lines by C Duncanson
Cassie Duncanson is a student in Western Massachusetts studying English and Art History. She bakes like a 50’s housewife, and has a film camera I don’t use often enough because film is expensive. She works on an island off the coast of New Hampshire during the summers. Read more of Cassie’s work featured on IP. Life…
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This I have seen…by G. Mramor
You people, your beliefs are terrifying, you see skin before you look into the eyes you say other before you listen to them speak, and you bring tears to your children, fore you are a shame in your children’s eyes, they, when they have words for tears, when they have words their own, when they…
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House Sweet House – Poem by J.Gawrych
defeat names itself in the dustballs in dark corners in dark halls, croons with the creaking of floor boards amongst the loudest silence and absence of breath, whilst the October howls lace themselves along windows that echo sweet void into the rooms. a solitary light flickers on the abandoned porch, a beacon for nothing. nothing…
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I run I jump I fly…by G. Mramor
And watch earthsway as you longaway
