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Sam Cooke

By Benjamin Adair Murphy He stepped in the waterHe helped the fishes swimWhen he left those fish were singingSo of course they killed him The wrong kind of voiceThe wrong…

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Hello August

By Sarah Robin Hello August, My most productive month of the yearWith lots of harvest and preserving to do. The aroma of vinegar in the kitchen Signifies the start of pickling seasonWhen…

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Glass Wall

By Sarah Robin A naked figure sits hunched over on the floor,Their arms wrapped around their body.Surrounded by a wall of thick glass;Closed off from everyone and everythingBut visible to…

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don’t eat the roses

By Jane Ayres a curl of clouda curda turd potency(im) potencythis shadow pain the start of the loopthe right truth?the wrong truth? don’t eat the rosesor lick the ice on the…

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October

By Sarah Robin The crunch of leaves underfoot, Dew-damp grass in glowing light, A tang of woodsmoke and ripening compostTell us that the seasons have shifted. This step into October Is every gardeners’…

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War Walked In

By Benjamin Adair Murphy I was standing in the daytimeWhen the sun went out of sightIt looked like the whole world Had fallen into nightSomething bad ‘bout to beginThat’s when war…

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The Hanged Men

By Owen Schalk “The present conditions of the country are no more than the threshold of a profound…and most important examination of consciousness.“ – Pasolini on the eve of the…

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DOORS AND WINDOWS

By Nancy Christie “Get away from the window. And close those curtains!” Melanie’s words came out harsher than she had intended, and hurriedly she tried to soften her tone. “It’s…

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TEA

By Mary Everitt Pale yellow jasmineCracked white porcelain potWith an oily dark stain around the rubber covered spoutOm, my elderly landlord offers his wordless morning welcome.Endless cups of weak, bitter,…

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TRANSITIONS

By Mary Everitt seasons don’t change all at oncebut you can feel the start of them.the distinct shift in the air.the leaves against your window dappled with colorvibrant, paintedothers spotted…

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PRECIPITATING REST

By Mary Everitt The nighttime jazz of rainfall beatsagainst the window.Scoring another shiftinto waiting rest.Stiff-necked movementsCandle lightingBent knees evoke prayerRituals. Asking God to Take overStay overSing overMy dreams. Bodies shift into New…

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