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Shattered glass and a sad man, head cradled in arms Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

Listening to “Grapefruit” by Tove Lo

by Kashawn Taylor no longer can i surviveon bitter caffeine and self-hatred toppedwith old-fashioned determination sprinkleskeenly aware that my eyes lie, that whati see is / not mewhat I see is not me but i can’t helpthat sometimes eating’s a chore& i’d rather do anythingother than masticate and swallowanything else…

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Poetry Posts

Shattered glass and a sad man, head cradled in arms Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

Listening to “Grapefruit” by Tove Lo

by Kashawn Taylor no longer can i surviveon bitter caffeine and self-hatred toppedwith old-fashioned determination sprinkleskeenly aware that my eyes lie, that whati see is / not mewhat I see is not me but i can’t helpthat sometimes eating’s a chore& i’d rather do anythingother than masticate and swallowanything else…

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Boy sleeping in bed with sunlight shining through the window Image by Emma Filer from Pexels.

Wake-up Call

by Jarek Jarvis Morning—gold light saunters through the window— I wake in my old room, where the walls, once sunburst orange, lit my bed ablaze each dawn. I rose bathed in day’s nascent flame.     Not a gasp of spark lingers to rouse me.    The weather report beats against my door.    Dishes chatter in the kitchen….

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Dead vines on boarded windows Photo by Leeroy on Unsplash

Appointments

by Katie Kenney At the doctor’s office the carpet cloudy,matching magazines so melancholy with weepy celebrity stories, watery wallsfor wild vines reaching to nowhere. Curled-up posters of the elderlywith your disease, so happily the mere picture of livingwith a single peppy foot inside the grave. They’re saying the secret of…

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Man alone in bedroom. Image by Jakob Owens from Unsplash

Grateful.

by Kashawn Taylor In this big housealone in my own room I hear from downstairs fourteen strange men loafed on couches enraptured  by guys in tights  running back and forth across a manicured field on this day of Thanks hooting laughing shooting the shit  It could be worse Shit, it has been worse much much worse than babysitters in an office under…

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A setting sun Photo by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

Nibiru

by Jarek Jarvis I am coming to terms with the cosmichorrors of everyday reality. Catastrophespropagate around me. Even if I ignorethe peripheries, I know that formillennia you have hidden your facebehind the sun. Despite light pollution,I scan the muddy horizon in anticipationof your eventual reemergence. Sure,some Mayan mathematician may haveforgotten…

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Girl sitting on a pier by a lake Image by Birti Ishar

[Fade from white]

by Jeffrey Kingman I’m dissolving into a girl on a pier on a lake. I thought you might see yourself that way         my washy pastels. If there is a pier and a lakeyou might come along as a pair of eyes             a singularity and all you can do             is remember…

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Snow falling through a kitchen window Photo by Floor November from Pexels

My Old New Apartment

by Gil Hoy I’m watching the snow fallthrough my kitchen window,pine trees are crusted with snow.White shadowed in black,a squally wind is filled with snow.   The phone rings. My sister Sallyis calling. Mother passed awaythis morning. I’m sitting all alonein my apartment, unpacking boxes loaded with dishes to fill my cabinets. I’m told…

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Two fine forks intertwined Photo by MacDonald Almeida on Unsplash

Suds Up

by Frank William Finney I’m sucking on soapin a cabin kitchen while suds seep outthe broken windows. All of this is just to saywe all feed our sinks in our own woozy waysdespite your subtle spoof on spoons; the fine set of forksyou stole as a child; the way you…

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Forest Fire image by Pixabay

zeus’ least favorite daughter

by introverse Zeus, the unbearably human god that he is,decides to shake the apartment this afternoon. i’m tucked inside the covers as he burns the skywith rage, in search of his least favorite daughter. as above—stone pillars pulverized and clouds in disarray,so below—a line of trees catching fire, mortals stranded…

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Traffic at night with the Milky Way galaxy Image by Evgeni Tcherkasski from Pixabay

Mood

by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes,     everything begins       to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky,     the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone.          What I want     is a way          out of presentness.        I want     to leave & hope    to keep going—tho I don’t know      if I want to get out of bedto do that.

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