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Porthscape by Andrew Fentham

Fentham BHP 1
‘Porthscape 1’ by Andrew Fentham

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2 Prose Poems by John Peter Apruzzese

II.

I see, I said, when I saw, but if I am to believe, be it in science or in faith, then what I said, I saw, I did not see. There was something else entirely, and it was there, right there, for me to see, but I only see what I saw, and what I saw was not there. Continue reading “2 Prose Poems by John Peter Apruzzese”

Cat’s Kaleidoscope by Lizzy Turner

 

Cat's Kaleidoscope I
‘Cat’s Kaleidoscope I’ by Lizzie Turner

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Womannotated – I Was Blythe

I Was Blythe

I would do anything to not be cute,

fifteen, though it’s, without dispute, what I am,

Blythe doll eyes, wide face, small limbs a brute

could hold in place with fingertips.  Brown eyes Continue reading “Womannotated – I Was Blythe”

womannotated – Dollhouse Architect

 

Dollhouse Architect

Blueprinted girl rolled out wide to inspect

already torn, no one protects —  and why

should this one be tasked to care or respect,

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Womannotated – Calpurnia

Calpurnia

After Morticia Addams describing Wednesday’s
role model (“Wednesday’s great-aunt Calpurnia.
She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced
naked in the town square and enslaved a minster ..
but don’t worry. We’ve told Wednesday: college first.”)

Young girls require a patron saint — aunt’s
abysmal ashes antiquate entwined,
Massachusetts grave, with God’s servant
whom she enslaved. Impious mind
in clerical cravat a town square dance
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Essaouira Diary by Finn Lafcadio O’Hanlon

In Anton Newcombe’s studio in Berlin, there was a typewriter. On this typewriter was a faded, dusty note that read, Everyone should be shipwrecked once in their life.

These words had an unsettling effect on me. Whether I understood it at the time or not, my ship was already on the rocks.
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Babel-ware by Mike Corrao and Logan Jones

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Septa for the South Eastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority by Julia Rose Lewis

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New Street, between trains by Mary Frances

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“I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further”

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There you are love, where are you off to?

Devon

A beautiful part of the world that, you have a lovely time, send us a postcard

All right I will

You do

I will

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but I did work hard very hard but there wasn’t enough time because it wasn’t the right questions I did a lot of practice questions and there was always characters but this time there wasn’t I knew a lot but none of my top questions were there and that’s what’s wrong with doing exams Continue reading “New Street, between trains by Mary Frances”

Three — A Hybrid Project By Ankh Spice

Gullible eggs (reprise)

My mother lied with tenderness, sweet
aplomb, and range;
she’d seen a century, our crooked sea-swelled house
cost a million, and all babies were born with feathers
that softened the world’s edges

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Three Poems by Clara Burghelea

In the suburbs

At night, bodies unfold their pretty scars
and souls start rattling their cages.
Morning, always fresh and unhurried.
Midday is to be lived within itself,
good food, tempered laughter,
a bottle of Amarone.
There is an aristocratic cadence
in the way time punctures the day.

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Two Poems by Bryan Borland

Electricity

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Three Poems by Carolyn Oulton with Two Images by Guest Artist Robynne Limoges

How to Love Not Loving

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Three Poems and Three Images: Anna Saunders and Robynne Limoges

Silk Robe Spectres

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May 10, 1981 – A Micro Play by C. Aloysius Mariotti

May 10, 1981


A Man and Woman glide slowly on a porch-swing while sounds in the Pennsylvania woods are of natural uneasiness: throbbing chirps and chops of buzzing crickets; deep, and sour, and mournful moans of creek-toads; maddening swoons and howls of dogs, or wolves, or monsters. She is covered to her shoulders in a wool blanket. His eyes direct themselves to an owl on a branch of an oak tree in the front yard.

MAN: I wonder what goes through their minds?

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Resurrection – A Poem by Kolawole Samuel Adebayo

Resurrection

Again I come
To the dark room of my heart
From where I form the light
I am a spirit hovering

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Three Poems by Chelsea Dingman

Several Truths and a Lie


I lost my name.

I lost my name in the mouths
of children. I lost

my name in the briars
with wolves, their teeth
like mower blades. I lost my name

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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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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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