Tag: poem
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“Escape from Indigena” by S. Holleran
Scott Holleran’s writing appears in literature, including Classic Chicago magazine, which debuted fiction with his stories in 2024. Listen to the author read his fiction aloud at ShortStoriesByScottHolleran.substack.com. Read his non-fiction at ScottHolleran.substack.com. In Parentheses previously published Mr. Holleran’s “Christened Bliss” and “Prime Mover.” S. Holleran has work featured in the recent issue of In Parentheses Literary Magazine (Summer 2025).
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“Prime Mover” by S. Holleran
Scott Holleran’s writing appears in literature, including Classic Chicago magazine, which debuted fiction with his stories in 2024. Listen to the author read his fiction aloud at ShortStoriesByScottHolleran.substack.com. Read his non-fiction at ScottHolleran.substack.com. In Parentheses previously published Mr. Holleran’s “Christened Bliss” and “Escape from Indigena”. S. Holleran has work featured in the recent issue of In Parentheses Literary Magazine (Summer 2025).
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“Rough Beast” and Other Works by G. Wright
Glenn Wright is a retired teacher, seventy-one years old, living in Anchorage, Alaska, with his wife, Dorothy, and their dog, Bethany. He writes poetry in order to master the things that scare him, to ponder the things that puzzle or interest him, and to celebrate the things that delight him.
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I am with you in Allston – by Phillipe Chatelain
i am with you in allston – poem by phillipe chatelain Phillipe Martin Chatelain is a hoodlum from the Bronx, New York. He writes poetry and is founder and Managing Editor of In Parentheses Literary Magazine. A recent graduate of Boston University, his first chapbook taking shots alone has been independently released and his poetry can…
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Reasons Why I Could Never Teach a Spanish Class – Poem by J.Gawrych
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A Series In Which Neurosurgery Poses as Poetry – Poem by J.Gawrych
All hail the brain!
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How To Break A Poet’s Heart – Poem by J.Gawrych
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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…

