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By Any Other Name by Mira Bohannan Kumar

I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...

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Nacarat by Sam Anthony

On a rain-filled night the country road revealed to them its way those travelers that clung to hope they’d live another day.   Wary went the travelers past thickets and clicking pine willed onward on that barren Earth by the stubborn human spine.   They came upon a twisted house sprung from a fetid field ...

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Die Hard Family Drinkers by Pablo Chavez

It ain’t a true family without any alcohol. Everyone may have had it here or there. Some party with it, Some use it to unwind, Some get shitfaced in a sorrow nightmare. Every house dedicates their ways differently. My own Mexican family has their own desires, To be in relation with such a devilish fire. ...

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Blank Stories by Samantha Titus

Heartstrings pull against Your old yellow raincoat Tattered against my chest   Lungs blown up Hanging above the mantel Punctured and gently framed   Two lips burning A sinner’s fire crackles Smiles and frowns broken   Tendons stretched out Hanging down the wall Running towards nothing.

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By Any Other Name by Mira Bohannan Kumar

I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...

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Tacet Lake by Samuel Anthony

Tacet Lake   When the cabin grew too warm I went to tacet lake To run three times around its edge And hear blue bottles break.   Cause Papa Bear had had too much And what was I to say? I thought I’d never once relive His troubles on that day.   But time has ...

Backwards Girl by Mira Bohannan Kumar

Heel-toe slaps, Again and again. One foot in front of the Other; I am not running away I am moving forward but facing the wrong Direction. Dirty once-white toes careful on the bright white walk as balance fails Again and again. (Converse=opposite.) Worn once-black soles loud on the jet-black street as Traffic stops. A shout ...

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Ballad of a Passionless Pickle

Poem by Xavier Fields I am a pickle; sitting in vinegar, thinking about how and when I will leave. I ferment. I prepare my immortal body for the future. Everything is jazz but I cannot sleep due to the summer heat. No, due to the roar of the nearby stadium.   Fifty-thousand people saturate that ...

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For Someone I Have Known Since Birth

Poem by Sophia Schlesinger And my heart aches for you, you who finally stand at a crossroad you swore you had been running away from for what some may call years now.   A lifetime of watching you kick at stones has taught me much about you. One rock goes flying down an old, cracked ...

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Sestina to the Smiths

Poem by Samuel Anthony In their car of laughing men and music, They hurdled along the empty road, Too far below the starlit sky. Through glass sheets of window laced by frost, They never saw the truck of ten tons Or its slanted eyes that shone blasts of light.   The air was struck by ...