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Tag: Poetry
When a Woman
by Fabrice Poussin The days on the beach resonate stilland I am transported to the fiery sandsof a riviera made of near accurate imitationswaiting for the sun to etch a new hue upon my skin. Still a child I threw this awkward shell into the saltthick waters that took me away to the horizonenveloped me…
What Is Wanted
by James Engelhardt Dixit, Jean-Louis Roubira Libellud, 2008 I am a sculptor of clouds.I am a king becoming his own statue,forming bone into stoneand dissolving both again.My only gold is a ringsliding over a tight braid. I climb spiral stairs that rise and rise,until I face a field of sunflowers.I am covered in Post-its.I am…
Protected: Nephilim
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It is Important to Befriend Other Beings
by Margaret McGowan In the back of the pantryI encountered a lonelysugar cube. Its shoulderssagged. There were tears.There were pleas. Pleasetake me. So I put itin my coffee, hearda sigh of satisfactionas it dove in. It is important to befriendother beings. Eve kissed a snakebecause it was sad.It gave her an appleto seal their friendship.Snakes…
Protected: street dreams
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The Journey Home
by Diana Raab sit in front of a tree,imagine it’s a long lost ancestorwho you always wanted to meet;imagine they have sent you a message,but you have no idea what it is,when suddenly a hummingbird landson the red flower beside. take a deep breath, but sit very still,remove the wax from your earsand listen carefully…
Ghazal
by Sheila E. Murphy Fractions fracture, shift what we elect to think.We tell ourselves that thinking spawns retrieving. Merciful half loud birds litter the street withpunctuation that safekeeps our retrieving. Posses of arithmetic advance towardroutine left right where we left it, retrieving daylight that thresholds innocence, behold ferns,accumulated drops of sun, retrieving what we once…
Protected: this sad intersection
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Le Serpiente
by Juanita Rey At the end of night,I gently brush his lips with mine,avoid the fangs beyond.I sense he is venomousthough there’s something to be saidfor a flattering forked tongue.And he’s just the one to say it.Plus there’s thatproud handsome head,the skin that he seemsso eager to be shed.I won’t let this go any further.Once…