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Parochial Pigs by James Jenkins – First chapter
To celebrate the upcoming release of James Jenkins‘ new book The Swine, The Pig and The Porker from Anxiety Press, we are offering readers a taste of The Pigs Trilogy! The Swine, The Pig and The Porker is the final chapter of three books and concludes this dark, gritty and…
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Poetry from Richard Childers
Break An owl cranes its neck out an old barn loft. Below a crooked spine and a future unfolds. Doctors and lawyers with papers untold. White sacks filled with pills in a little black truck. Wires and barrels and boots stuffed with paper Money. All from a slip. A whistle.…
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Poetry from Sarah Oakes
Long Cane Adventures With long cane in hand I journey far and wide Discovering wondrous lands Or sweet singing tides And as it sweeps along I learn all my strengths And if I go wrong I follow friendly lengths For people never mind Always lending hands And this faith I…
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Poetry from Shaurya Pathania
Journey of a Morning I The flowers coming to life, like the sun marching to monarchy for hours, the flowerpots watered with the wet weaves of hair of housewives winnowed with a towel in the balconies. II A rare inhumanly absence of noise regardless of alive humans all around. People…
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Poetry from Laurence Thompson
Kotor Even at midday, the solemn Balkan sun Licking the limestone crags bone-white Cannot blanch Kotor’s winding streets. Women in cream dresses dance between the alleys And walk along the waters, dark And patina by the day’s slow failing. In the evening, a viola calls us to dine …
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Poetry from Damon Hubbs
Riding in Cars, Bruising with Love All day we’d shilly-shally in the sun Backroads upstate between rapture and melancholy You and your figs and the comings and goings of herbs Your reckless driving was legendary You’d love me on Wednesday but never on Thursday By Friday you’d burn the Hudson…
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Poetry by Caitlin O’Halloran
Safe Travels At a rest stop off I-84, people shuffle in and out, as a halfhearted few remember to wipe their boots. Salt and melted snow form lines of footprints from the doors to the bathrooms, where people dispense bubblegum colored soap onto the palms of their hands and the…
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Poetry by G. Lynn Brown
Wanderlust A tumbleweed balters across the prairies, bouncing this way and that, to and fro, its destiny out of its control, but found in the hands of the wayward wind… We have so much in common, The tumbleweed and I Bio: G. Lynn Brown is a published poet and prize-winning…
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Poetry by Ze Manaois
First Steps of An Automaton The rigid automaton, enticed by music, breathes: Gears whirring, metal organs pumping oil. Its little body an organism of man-made intricacies. It creaks and jolts, motes of life suspended indefinitely. Gears whirring, metal organs pumping oil. Machines dream of bigger boxes. It creaks & jolts,…
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Poetry by DM Davanti
When the Boss is Calling The only way to listen to Nebraska is when you find yourself tempting dawn on the Jersey Turnpike in the dead of night, alone and desperate and down to your last cigarette. Bio: Unsettled by the country quiet of Pennsylvania, Dezmond Davanti works through residual…
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