poetry
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Poetry Piece: “Hivemind”
Hivemind “What will we do?” he asked the touch screen, capable of any thing, but turning Off. An entire civilization. Only a circumstance, cinders. Like a beehive dying Sticky, abandoned. Antennae and pheromones dance Instructions to air and wax Meaning collapse; signal loss: total. Or a web of snapping Threads, delicate strategies.…
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Poetry: “Address To Myself Across Decades”, Featuring Image: “Days Catch”
Address To Myself Across Decades Stricken as you were with silence—the fall-out from that troubled Celtic island— you were dumb, voice held as if in solitary confinement. Language languished. I remember you taking flight from Dublin, fleeing the dole, the lone twenty-four old you were. You heaved that great bag, the huge heft…
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Poetry: “gamma-aminobutyric acid or GABA”, Featuring Image: “Friend in Me”
gamma-aminobutyric acid or GABA worry is another love, to worry is to love sweet talismans of take care / be well not enough to guard against metal sharpened teeth biting down on inner cheeks, salted salivary shame flowing down through lips. my mother’s love is worried cuticles, scorched forearms forcing a plastic lid…
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Poetry: “Swallow a Beginning”, Featuring Image: “Samedi 01.12.2019, Toulouse”
Swallow a Beginning I have a death wish. I wish death upon those who wish me ill and look through my cellular walls, decide I am a nucleus weakened from the world’s arsenal of surveillance. Do you see me through impact ending life blood on your phone screen? Do you feel it…
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Visual Art Submission “Lawson”; Featuring Poetry: “Down The Long Night”
Down The Long Night Written By: Gloria Keeley About the Author: I’m a graduate of San Francisco State University with a BA and MA in Creative Writing. My work has appeared in Spoon River Poetry Review, Slipstream, FORUM and other journals. I graduated from CCSF and I taught at CCSF for 34 years and was…
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You Invited Me on a Picnic – Vivian Imperiale
It was time to go. I walked outside to wait for you. You were picking me up for a picnic and I was delighted I’d be with you. You didn’t talk about your AIDS diagnosis — mysterious letters I didn’t comprehend. What was that, anyway? Instead you were just you, which was everything — the…
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Little Girl Growing Up – Megan Brown
In hot suburban Florida in an old, sandy bungalow my father used to measure my height on the doorframe If we left the honey out roaches would come a bee drove his stinger into my arm— that kind of summer visit my baby brother— learning to talk my father tuning in to area news amid…
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Seventeen – Fernando Rosal Gonzalez
Seventeen glasses, full to the brim – coffee, orange juice, milk, some water to drink. They took so long to finish their breakfast, Not that they wanted them to last. Seventeen kisses, or sighs from Dad and Mom; Don’t be late, come home by five o’clock. Let’s plan tonight for our weekend getaway, or maybe…
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Spirals – Erika Dyquisto
Spirals enthrall her. She draws them in notebooks, coil upon coil, twisting glyphs about the page. She sports a tattoo choker. In this she finds comfort and beauty. A loving vine about her neck turns her morning glory blue. She re-enacts vestigial memories of a liquid time: An umbilical cord slowly constricts; her heart languishes…
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Rejecting Dirges – Carla Schick
(Elegy for Tede) How you danced with rainbow scarves one in your hand, the other draped across your bare shoulders You made a tutu from violet shorts curtsied for the camera your red lipstick never fades. You wrote the lyrics of your disease Desire still trembling from fingertips caress of a sunflower on your cheek…
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