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Poetry by Tamiko Dooley
Directions we cannot be together. this I know. and yet, and yet when I close my eyes I feel your lips against mine your warm grip around my waist I breathe in the scent of your hair I am steering round and round that one roundabout in your hometown you described…
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Poetry by Shannon Frost Greenstein
I Never Dream about Dinosaurs Last night, a Plesiosaurus ate my dead best friend in the depths of REM sleep. I never dream about dinosaurs, I say, recounting the dream to my husband; and then I wonder if I’ve been living my life all wrong this entire time. A Leviathan,…
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Poetry by S.C. Flynn
PILGRIMAGE After that it’s all a blur, just a mass of people rushing past to get somewhere that seems important, and I’m the only one going the other way; twelve years of elbows in the ribs. Places I’d seen countless times through the grimy windows of speeding trains began to…
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Poetry by M.P. Powers
I-95 (Nocturne) It’s still dark out. A small lamp burns in the corner of the room. And I can hear the highway from here, like the sea softly ebbing and surging. Cars, buses, the rumble of delivery trucks. They pass by all through the night. The never-ending haste of humanity.…
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Poetry by AJ Deane
Neuronaut Pay bandwidth, n00b. You don’t just jack in and walk these pathways; Can’t take a pleasant stroll along the router routes Or nice trips home to the motherboard. No. You go in unprepared, You’ll be cached out and on downtime Before you can say ‘gig’, Too bloatwared to dip…
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Poetry by Bonnin Jara
The Weight of Creation The womb is an echo of the earth’s breath, a chamber of soft waters holding life’s first whispers. A mother’s love is ancient as stone, timeless as the roots of trees, a rhythm of heartbeats deep in the soil of her soul, her arms a canopy…
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Poetry by Paige Johnson
So Long, Sunshine Pack a year of partying into the week before I flee Florida like a felon. The only furniture I got left is: a nightstand topped with smokes and a gun, a silk fort of stolen pillows, and a crate of BuzzBall seltzers. That means 1,700 square feet…
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Poetry by Kurt Newton
Lungfish I guess I’ve been slumming it all these years, big fish in a small pond and all that. But when you’ve never had anyone in your corner whispering in your ear, it’s easy to settle for less and still feel good about it. But there comes a time when…
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URBAN PIGS PRESS REVIEWS…
The Camera Obscure Virginia Betts Supernatural secrets; psychopathy; disturbing dystopias; vanity and Victorian graveyards. Each story, evoking an atmosphere of gothic classics, will take you on a journey through past, present and possibilities, where the familiar becomes strange. The new tenant above a bookshop uncovers a terrifying truth; a man…
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Subs Open For Poetry!
Journeys Urban Pigs Press are opening our first call for poetry. We are lucky to have the more than capable services of Virginia Betts joining us as feature editor for June. Virginia is a successful writer, performer and poet from Ipswich, UK. We’re honoured to open up our doors for…
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