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ajinde – A poem by Adedayo Agaru

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From where the birch takes the sun — A short story by Stephen Orr

From where the birch takes the sun

      Peter Maier waits in his back yard. He paces the patchy lawn, from where the birch takes the sun; from where he sits in summer to read. Or in the crook of the linden, further back, behind the vegetables. He follows the brick path, and remembers every time he’s helped his father turn the soil, plant the carrots, the potatoes. Just like this, wandering, unsure where to stand, where to go, what to think about what his mother calls the ending. He can hear the artillery a few kilometres away. They’ve been warned – later today, or tomorrow.

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OTHER THAN DESIRE – A Prose Poem by Courtney LeBlanc

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Rare Treats, a Flash Fiction by Angelo Lorenzo

Rare Treats

      When my grandfather asked me to buy cigarettes at a local convenience store in front of our house one Saturday afternoon, I remembered what Teacher Gladys taught us in school that week.

      She said cigarette smoking is bad – for the health and for the environment. I was eight when I couldn’t weigh which was worse. I didn’t want anything bad happening to my family, most especially to my grandparents.

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Three Poems by Jill Jones

The Doll and Me

I hate the doll, its plumpy head,
its brunette swirls, its itsy cheeks,
its pout, its lashes, the uptight clothes,
marrowless arms, nerveless teeth,
its squeaking, the mess
it makes on the floor.
I want to detach the twee wee feet
and hammer it to the fence, drown it,
skewer it to the door, to say ‘this is what
has become of us’. Even naked
it makes me angry and afraid.

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Attesting To Your Mother’s Hypocrisy, a poem by Visar (Rabiu Temidayo)

Attesting To Your Mother’s Hypocrisy

Demons invoked in the house by
sneezing — we’d call the electrician.

He’d know the psalms to be sung for it,
and the white costumes to wear.

Floating in white across the fields
of morning glories and corn, swinging

an incense burning, and a keg full
of salt water.

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Traces — A poem by Justene Dion-Glowa

Traces

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Three Poems by Jaclyn Piudik

Mirages

A house is not a terrapin
                or a sailboat
                or a maelstrom

The sunstorm that swindles
at midweek
sycamore green embossed on the heart
like sequins or worlds

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No (New) Man’s Land – A poem by Joseph Schreiber

No (New) Man’s Land

His is
a life in fluid drawn,
pushed through
scar tissue, muscle yielding.
Pull. Plunge.
Inject. Extract.
New man by
needle-born in flush
of mid-life puberty, 
bending forty
years of life.
Burying facts that
fail to fit.

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Two Poems by Andres Rojas

A Childless Father Speaks to Himself

            “Let us make man in our own image…”

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Shame, a poem by Paul Robert Mullen

shame


it’s dark inside

              which suits me

it hides my imperfections

the guilt upon my skin

              the dread in my eyes

as they size me up

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Alienists 1-4 (2019). Four Mixed Media – Ink and Digital Artworks – by Paul Hawkins

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Three Prose Poems by James Knight

Femme Maison

You enter her through a tall, narrow doorway. This is impossible without an invitation. A hallway decorated
with red wallpaper welcomes you. In darker red: stems, leaves, stamens, petals. Voluptuous, monstrous
roses. You can hear a soprano singing upstairs. Once inside, you are free to roam at will.

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Border Works — Julia Beach, Janice Leagra, and Heather Derr-Smith. A Poetry, Mixed-Media and Video Collaboration with Additional Images by Robert Frede Kenter

woman in pink dress and wolf
Janice Leagra

sudden the homecoming

coyotes have learned to build traps
made of endings from the center of the earth

dressed as wolves they give them
to their loves who live in houses

with pink curtains and weather
warped floorboards

dictionaries and streaming services

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Three Poems by Bunkong Tuon

Trump Tweeting About the Rain on his Parade

That boring storm is a has-been, a Zero.
It didn’t even register on the Richter scale.
Total harassment, if you ask me.
When was the last time it rained
Like that in July? Fake news,
Fake media!! Totally fake!

Besides, it’s not even my type of storm.
The rain was set up by Crooked Hillary.
It must have dementia like Old Joe.
It’s one of the dumbest, most disloyal
Storms ever. Total Loser!
No Collusion!! Traitor!

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Two Poems – Rebecca Kokitus

dream of being

dream of being the one that got away
with murder, scream blue
dream of a funeral

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3 Poems by Catherine Graham

Don’t Tell Me I’m Quiet

All the lost Februarys, chewing the sour.
I knew you would arrive at my door.

After your ghosting, I dreamt you light
a match by striking my head—

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Three Poems by Khashayar Mohammadi

Its All Greek to me

For B. D. M.

“The embrace of men”
I say
and you pirouette
behind the cash register
a new found bond at work

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Secrets – A Poem by Lisa Reily

secrets

an old woman’s face with a schoolgirl’s smile,

your words on the page

mean nothing;

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Elephant Slide in the Exclusion Zone – A poem by Laura Wainwright

Elephant Slide in the Exclusion Zone
After David McMillan’s photograph, Pripyat, Ukraine, October 2002.

To forgive
can sometimes mean to think
of them as a child: a wisped head
turned in a wheaten basket. Soft fists.
A bumblebee in a foxglove flower.

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