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Totter and Stumble

Giovanni FruncilloMarch 25, 2020

Totter and Stumble written by: Giovanni Fruncillo Old man tottering across the parking lot, stumbling, losing his balance, lets go of his shopping c...

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Dignity

CJ DelousMarch 7, 2020

Dignity written by: CJ Delous The Seagulls used to be Angels according to a Nordic legend that I probably don't understand. They have become this w...

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Deep, Deep Eternity

Jose A. TovarFebruary 26, 2020

Deep, Deep Eternity written by: Jose A. Tovar I drink your deepest melody— your sweet, sweet serenity. Now I drink this deep eternity— even your de...

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The Tree

Brad OsborneSeptember 8, 2019

The Tree written by: Brad Osborne Just outside the city lived a tree in the forest. He had lived there many years, and the time shown on his weather...

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Man – An Exercise In Futility

Megha SoodJune 25, 2019

Man - An Exercise In Futility written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 The grandiose illusion subverted by emotion the cacophony of voices dying under ...

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In The Pan

Richard K. OstranderJune 11, 2019

In The Pan written by: Richard K. Ostrander @akaDick Like flash paper smoke sailing up with a brown curl collapsing in on itself turning to...

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Letter Of Retrospect

SMilesApril 27, 2019

Letter Of Retrospect written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 Sweating the smalls has slipped eating junk, whilst living without hygiene's personal natur...

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Graffitied City

Rebecca Ruth GouldApril 22, 2019

Graffitied City written by: Rebecca Ruth Gould @rrgould The S-Bahn wraps around Tiergarten then sails over the homely Spree. Ground zero of the ...

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Star Martyr

Trevor GrahamFebruary 1, 2019

Star Martyr written by: Trevor Graham I Just beyond the orbit of Jupiter’s 149th moon Boon when I began the final burn “Rock_NJO00027” concussed t...

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Bemoan Our Lot

SMilesJanuary 3, 2019

Bemoan Our Lot written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 Nothing from nothing equates to nothing the vast expanse of infinity before and after contextual...

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Transformation

Samantha BeardonDecember 3, 2018

Transformation written by: Samantha Beardon It is time. Time for my next transformation. I am prepared, well as much as I can be. I sit in the cooln...

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Ready!

Luiz SyphreFebruary 20, 2018

Ready! written by: Luiz Syphre @poetandkids The day I die, I shall be here at the ready...for Death will not leave the stables unannounced! When...

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Don’t Burn Out All the Lights

Amanda EifertJanuary 22, 2018

Don’t Burn Out All the Lights written by: Amanda Eifert @mandibelle16 Why must you burn out all the lights? Brilliant flamboyant fireworks expired...

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REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – PRELUDE TO EVOLUTION TO CLONE DRONE

Marie Scampini/MZ ClarkeNovember 14, 2017

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE PRELUDE TO EVOLUTION TO CLONE DRONE written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme MONSTER MORTALITY And in the end this mask of mortality...

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“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...