Tag: love
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Skim Milk and Doorknobs – Short Story by L. Breen
Writer’s Note: An accomplished and eloquent teacher told me that if something is worth writing, it is worth writing until you perfect it, until you believe the story as you believe your own memories. Stories, she said, are where the energy lives inside of us, and our job as writers is to find where that…
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On desolation’s shore…by G. Mramor
I. ghosts I recall your ascension to the sun, and your return a ghost, you came to me on that shore recounting desolations and sand, and you watched me wrecked flotsam from a heart’s disappearance in the opal sea and you did nothing as fear and hatred dragged me down, and here am I, here are…
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Styrofoam – Short Story by L. Breen
She prefers paper cups to Styrofoam. Styrofoam is too kind on the hands. She always thinks that to hold a Styrofoam cup feels safe, and therefore the liquid inside is at perfect drinking temperature. Only after the initial sip and burnt tongue does she ever find out otherwise. She had done that very thing just…
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Emma…by G. Mramor
His hands came to rest on her bare shoulders
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i watched her fall – poem by p. chatelain
i watched her fall she told me she was “cool” with everything.
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When did I ever know you…by G. Mramor
When did I ever know you
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Pregnant and Alone meets Sure Enough of Himself – Submission by J Grey
John Grey is an Australian born poet, who works as a financial systems analyst. He has been recently published in Poem, Spindrift, Prism International and the horror anthology, What Fears Become with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Hurricane Review and Pinyon. Pregnant and Alone Meets Sure Enough of Himself Beauty, a concept desperate for a co-mingled…
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Unity of Existence – Vignette by P Chatelain
As I looked out over the thousands, I felt subtle and individual spirits. At a distance, a visage of indistinguishable beings with the same life energy as a mass of grass or cold ocean. They lined the horizon in multicolored specks of life. Thousands of consciousnesses, blurring together into one unity of existence. (and I still can’t…
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it’s raining on me, from above – Poem by P Chatelain
it’s raining on me, from above the clouds come out whenever doubt’s around to drown hopes.
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3AM Physics Lesson – Poem Submission by A Johnson
In a world where people rather spend time fighting against love than looking for it, a young cyborg by way of the Bronx trys to fashion the romance back into our lives where it belongs: neatly in our shirt pockets. Ashley ‘Ajay’ Johnson is the author of one book of poetry (Love and Other Black…
