Mike Swengel Rush That rush, walking the short hallway toward long nights in her room. Mike Swengel is excited to find an opportunity to share things he’s been saving for ‘someday’ and ‘maybe.’
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Poems
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Andrew Morr “Love #1”
Andrew Morr Love # 1 A spare second within my rag-tag day delivers me the thought that soon, we’ll make a pretty fair family: not one without flaw, but with enough love to bear beauty. Andrew Morr is a white belt in writing.
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Rasma Haidri “Polar Night Poem”
Rasma Haidri Polar Night Poem Nothing to say is also a poem in silence murmuring responses. Rasma Haidri is an American writer living on the Norwegian Arctic seacoast.
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Steve Klepetar “Florida”
Steve Klepetar Florida When a man walks from shadows and his eye explodes and his stretched-out hands radiate flame, when that happens, when his face tears a hole in the sky, we find these sentences hard to complete because words are not prayers and prayers have never been made of brick or stone and here’s […]
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Jonathan May “Untitled”
Jonathan May When we were forced from Zimbabwe I learned you can leave behind what you most love but the question is how you will deal with being ripped apart. Jonathan May, who grew up in Zimbabwe, now writes and teaches in Memphis. https://memphisjon.wordpress.com/
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Hasen Hull “Untitled”
Hasen Hull From sunset to sunrise, they said nothing of significance, because it was easier to love and be loved as strangers. Hasen Hull lives in London and his work has appeared in Litro, Eunoia Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, Pure Slush and elsewhere.
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Devon Balwit “Still Wonderful”
Devon Balwit Still Wonderful Whatever war-damage it has suffered, however smaller it has become, it is still a wonderful city. (C.P. Cavafy) Either we are or are not a great empire, some days reigning from a distant throne, cells well-trained legions splitting and sloughing, others chasing […]
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Nancy Kay Peterson “At a Loss for Words”
Nancy Kay Peterson At a Loss for Words I can’t describe the sound a slinky makes, but I’d recognize it. Nancy Kay Peterson is 5-feet short, like her poems.
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