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The Music of The Spheres
The Music of The Spheres written by: R.C. Morgan Elanor Tarrant wished she was in the bush,...
Sometimes, The Bars Get Too Crowded
Sometimes, The Bars Get TOO Crowded written by: George Gad Economou you approach, you talk, you laugh...
Dead Man’s Hand
Dead Man’s Hand written by: Kerr Pelto Thunder, more deafening than a rampage of wild mustangs, galloped...
Cultivating Poverty
Cultivating Poverty written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth Neon gods lead poverty of spirit, the flesh hungers for...
Polar Bear
Polar Bear written by: Ed McConnell @EdJMcConnell In the gutter where water gurgled and leaves massed slept...
Memories
Memories written by: K. Exum @k_exum How come the bad always outweighs the good I can’t even...
Gangrene
Gangrene written by: Antonia Wang @tuttysan Dead tissue, blackened pieces of you fall, gangrened. Yesterday, when you...
Mirror in The Attic
Mirror in The Attic written by: the hairy bum welder In this ghostly attic My reflection looks...
Stone Angel
Stone Angel written by: Angel Edwards @vancouverAngel Stands the stone angel inanimate record keeper stone pen with...
Plaint
Plaint written by: Robert Allen @RobertAllenPoet I pray time will have it that I will feel full...
The Girl Who Could See Death
The Girl Who Could See Death written by: P.A. O’Neil Astrid wasn’t a lonely little girl, as others...
The Dead Leaf
The Dead Leaf written by: Zach Zajac The dead leaf sways in the dead grass, Covered in...
A Polish Prayer for The Woods
A Polish Prayer for The Woods written by: Iris Taylor @irisjtaylor “I don’t like this place,” Eda...
