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By Mehreen Ahmed Water and oil don’t mix.
Not much use trying to fix. Determined to not form a new word out of a suffix. To create a poem seamlessly; a poet is to transcend, from the mundaneness most likely; wordsmithing may take place to one’s fancy.
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By George Freek The day is a thin string,
unraveling at its ends, and the moon is a random thought, vanishing as it descends, here is what I see: The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Sunshine glitters off the water’s peaks.
Shimmering ridges roll over one another, and though warmed by the light, they shiver in the gentle breeze. The salt-scented winds pour out from the ocean, but this is no ocean. Just a shallow garden pond. Two hundred miles away, the Atlantic-- a titan if this pond be a body at all-- beats itself against the shore in endless pursuit of the moon. And here, this little pool of water-- not six inches deep-- sways in the hushed breaths of that distant titan. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Ann Christine Tabaka One word –
One word is all it takes to open up the sky, to set the world ablaze, to lift up a broken heart. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Ann Christine Tabaka It was the day I learned to cry.
The day rained down as if it would never end. Drowning - earth wailed / gasping for a breath. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Jamie Cartwright What if people returned as trees?
Their hair color matching the hues of the leaves. Pine, poplar, redwood, and bonsai, Now Penny, Patricia, Remington, and Sly. Their personality coming through the stems and the crooks Of the branches they climbed as young fools with looks. Twisted and stretched to match their jest Knicks, knobs, or knocks showed changes and rest. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Darren C. Demaree I grew up in a rural county
in Ohio that was directly next to the rural county in Ohio that Emily grew up in. So, on the occasion we are having sex & I’m tired & she’s tired, but we have a morning without children & we’ve stayed in bed The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Aisha Ali It must have been hard
I hear that a lot And it was It felt like my skin was being torn off Slowly The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Aisha Ali Do you remember how we saved each other
I asked in tears As we embraced one last time Do you remember how we found us In a crowded room An entity in and of itself |