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Wicker seating on a porch.

Some Assembly Required

By Jane Finlayson “Arils.” “Arils?” Deb stopped digging the flesh from the out-of-season pomegranate imported from god-knows-where and held up sticky hands in surrender. The juice dripped and wound around her wrists like a henna tattoo. She squinted up at Doug sitting on the porch.  “That’s what they’re called.” He…

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Poetry Posts

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Pink Goes With You & Me

By Scott Christopher Beebee how does one know theirheightened sexual proclivitiesin kindergarten?it is what happened tome but good luck gettinga straight answerfrom this bent,detoured, rattled& deveined source not only had i knownof my homosexualitybut the more importantpiece is my beinga transgender person before you go offthe rails by sayingthere’s no…

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Everything

By Amy Covel I was moreconfidentwhenI knewnothingat all. NowI knoweverything,and IwishI didn’t.

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Pedestrian

By Caleb Coy “Why yes, I did read a poem to Nikki Giovanni,”I will say casually. “Two poems, actually.”Yes, me and thirty other peopleAt a Barnes and Noble poetry reading. Nikki begins, describing herselfAs the sacrificial lamb, the firstTo have one’s throat cut beforeAn audience hungry for placation. I go…

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11:11

By Amy Covel “Make a wish,” she said,cutting me off, mid-word.“Huh?” I asked.It didn’t matter, really,what I was going to say.“It’s 11:11,” she said. “Make a wish.”I’d never heard of such a thing.But I said, “Ah…ok.”A wish is never bad.So, I shut my eyesand wished for her success.She still doesn’t…

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Sticks & Stones

By Laura LaJoie Sticks and stones May have fractured My bones,  But nothing  Compares to the                                     C                                      R                                          I                                            P                                               P                                                  L                                                     I                                                        N                                                            G  Destruction words imprinted On my soul.  As vultures plucked one By one, their talons stripped Me of my flesh,                                                      S                                                         H                                                           R …

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Ressurection

By Stacie Seidl My heart still beats My will is not broken I will never be defeated by words left unspoken Lessons were learned Growth was achieved Self resurrected I always believed

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hand in mirror

The Ghost within my Mind

By Laura LaJoie What an eerie feeling!Meeting the intruderWho’s seeking shelterWithin my mind.                    Exposing the horrors                   I’ve been numb to,                   Using me as its puppet!                                                 The gruesome fact is,                                                We are one in the same,                                                Aren’t we?

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Numbers Woman

By John Grey Can you keep the 7to yourselfhere in this raging sea-storm,or on the mountain side,above the tree-line,when your fingers are impatientto be counting offyour sudden rise in heartbeats. Can you adds 6 to your don’t call list, and throw 5overboard at the first opportunity. Where vines creep and…

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dock out to the sea

The Walk

By Gil Hoy I remember summer mornings before anyone else was awake  Opening the silver side screen door  dark grass, soft carpet under bare feet  the already sultry sun and moist salty air  Walking out onto a wooden dock  with rusty nails, old varnish  and a weathered bait bucket attached by a coiled brown rope  that was fraying like a…

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Burning The Cane-Fields

By John Grey The job’s not done yet.The fields must be burnt clear. No patting sweaty backsas the last truck rolls down the roadway.Harvest is not the end. So, in the last of sun,the wicks are lit.The sky glows sparkling grayas flame moves inon slithering snakes, scurrying rats,crackling stalks and…

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