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An old piano with a chipped key.

Cleo in 3⁄4 Time

By William Reeves It was always about the eighty-eight black and white keys, the foot pedals, the rhythm, the synchronicity between the left hand bass clef and the right hand treble clef notes. It was about the chords, the sharps, flats, naturals and the time signatures. It was never about…

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Extinction

by Olivia Delgado In the metallic We washed ourWeeks’ worth of ache, As The boy played the coin machine like it was a savior.

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Err0r Err0r

by Amy Covel Err0r Err0rCan’t und0. Err0r Err0r Must red0. Err0r Err0r Can’t F0rget Err0r Err0r Must reset

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Beautiful Eulogies

by Joshua Jennings “Armed educators love our students and will protect them” – President Trump, Feb. 2018 Another little boy’s body lies broken,a cordless instrument,never to be strung again.Instead, the screams of his classmates will haunt the hallways- ballads of missed opportunity. Shells clatter against the floor,a chorus of solitude…

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Don’t Let Your Dreams Die

by Amy Covel Don’t let your dreams die You see, people will kill your dreams They don’t mean to They’re simply using words Voicing opinions Sometimes they’re just having a bad day A bad hour, a bad minute But that bad second Changes you for a lifetime But it’s just…

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Equations on a chalkboard

Uncertainty

by Tracy Covel I’ve never liked uncertainty and I hate indecision. I’d rather stay with absolutes and always with precision. Doubts they lead to sadness and sadness leads to pain. The odds are stacked against you if you choose to play the game. The glass can be half-empty, or the…

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Me

by Amy Covel It’s always just been meMyselfAnd INever youOr someone else I’ve lived life on my ownOn the edgeAll by myself‘Cause no oneCould ever keep upOr copeWith who I am I’ve started runningAnd I won’t stopUntil I dieBut no one can understandThis is my futureMy five-step plan But youdaredTo challenge…

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Reading Mary Oliver

by The Poet Darkling I gaze upon the poet;her words – ponderless, profound;deep and dark and blue –and think,what such have I to offerfrom my humble beginningsor my sordid pastto justify the title of poet? To answer the unanswerable? To defend my consumptionof fish, of fowl, of air, of love?…

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A thin layer of snow at sunset.

December

by Thomas Griffin Crinkle-leafed prongs of summerphlox poke out of snow amidstwhiskers of seeds on the noseof ragweed shafts  crab tree with a few dark rubiesyet to dropporcupine of stripped quincehead snowed under  half-the-moon crown tiltstoward black woods rosy waves of clouds backthe fading sun falling behind trees—   everything looks…

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February In New England

by Thomas Griffin The fog will not leaveno sun ascendsmist makes the worlda road and the treesweep all day 

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Ancient Garden

by Rachel M. Patterson The ancient garden looks dead tonight, Darkness feeds it with her poison, It hums with ossified future light, A light the now appears frozen. . The promise of a flame in the morning, Hypnotizes the wandering mind, A ghosted tree heeds it’s warning, The gruesome remains…

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