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Give Me Some Time

For my Mother The words echo: "kurachu samayam tha" "kurachu samayam tha" Give me some time… then darkness comes. She weeps. She knows...

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haunted houses pt. II by Vanessa Maki

providing amusement / warmth / & tenderness / exhausts me / could you take my bitter ? / my justified anger ? / my chaos ? / or do you...

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this was necessary by Afieya Kipp

i’ve made love to an abundance of elizabeths and avas and karinas let’s not...

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Two Poems by Christina Strigas

Decades of Art I can lie like a jazz singer on a sultry bed, in a torrid nightclub. It's the 20’s, sliding inside humid Chicago bars. I...

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She is the sky… by Dani Marty

She attracted chaos. A beautiful distraction, a painful lesson. Her eyes lit up in the darkest of times. I never asked why for fear...

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Such Sour Honey by Afieya Kipp

It’s one of those enveloping, criminally perfect 21st and Garwood Sunday mornings. The sky is burnt orange with hints of salmon peeking...

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Bedsit by Robert Grant

Her bedsit is a place of solitude, At least, a place for her to sit and hide. Magnolia walls, painted rough and crude And damp and mould...

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These Are Things I Do For You by Kristin Garth

Diminish all of my good news. Send smile emojis when I want to die. Maintain belief in promises & lies, compiled canaries, fallen, in a...

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The Blues are Uppers, Then They Aren’t by Jake Bailey

Pill’s to chill in cooled iridescence, fucker’s been following me for what seems like forever, has a hatchet chip-chopping at the backs...