Category: Prosetry
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ORDER NOW: In Parentheses Magazine (OCT 2013) & FREE MUSIC
It is with great pleasure that we bring to you the next issue of In Parentheses. This issue features sublime work from the following contributors: Aviva Cristy, Kamden Hilliard, Hannah Lejter, Luis Nieto Dickens, William Ogden Haynes, Jon Dambacher, Jim Davis, Hannah Beth Ragland, Jessica Van De Kemp, Julia Lucrecia Taveras, Audie Jinks, Rohan Ghatak, Nicole…
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The Trade… by Brittney Bullock
We traded seasons, passing them back and forth like notes in class, like old times. I would chase the summer like a dog at play and beg you to hold on to winter, just a little longer, I’d pray. We both knew how mild New Zealand winters could be, or I knew, compared to back…
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COVER ART: In Parentheses Literary Magazine: October 2013 (Volume 2 Issue 2)
The cover of the upcoming issue of In Parentheses is ‘Delay’ by Magda Dudziak. Issue available October 1, 2013. For more work by her, as well as other great artists and writers, be sure to get a copy when it comes out! Download past issues of IP for free here.
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Don’t close your eyes please…by G. Mramor
Don’t close your eyes please. I want to look at you more before you start to dream. I want to see you grow up and be an old lady walking by your side. No no, don’t cry. It’s just a kiss. There’ll be lotsa kisses in your life. But this one’s special because it’s from…
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III. It wants more to be glad…by G. Mramor
I can already feel your disgusting inside. It grows and makes me grow. But still I am a little thing you say. And because I am a little thing I cannot hold you back and not even my disgusting makes you sad. Because you are a part of me now like I was part of…
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II. Like beating the scarecrow by the lake…by G. Mramor
I cannot sleep, I will not wake. Through the walls I hear the beating. Like hitting something empty, like hitting something stiff: like beating the scarecrow by the lake. And then the water comes. It bunches the glass and stops my bleeding, like the tree now gone who blocked the water. Then I will be…
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I. This is what you say…by G. Mramor
Nothing you say is thrown aside, but thrown inside. Thrown inside to settle in with all the other things you have said and done. Thrown to scatter and create. To grow a sapling and then a tree until there is nothing but forest in me. Let nothing die and no one live. This is what…
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For now or for always…by G. Mramor
Young and thinking a name is forever. Fore after years snowblind the snow has settled and runnels down in icy blue flows and rivers past my feet, colding the memory in me. Yet the oldman can only smile. Fore that mountain of ice and snow has become this valley’s basin. A cold blue that warms…
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Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata
To think of surgical gallows Through broken garden paths Like a stubborn tulip Who loved the moon instead Frayed, I go and leap Through noxious sewer-creeks “Plop!” go the stepping-stones As my father did before Sprint past the torn meadow Through fallen trunks and shoots And fading past The hymns he used to…
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Poetry submission: Aboard the greyhound by Elena Carpi
Elena Carpi is a graduate of Temple University where she studied English literature and Italian language. She has lived in France, Italy and Colombia and is currently living in Western Massachusetts where she is working on an Alpaca farm and writing her first novel. You can find her poetry and prose at http://elenacarpi.wordpress.com/ … I…
