Category: poetry
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5 Renga – Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam
5 Renga the arrivalsalt-cracked lips—spells his name wronga cold hand reachesin the rear view — Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam revealinga monsterwreckthe tide writes—his identity erasedby the seafoam — Uchechukwu Onyedikam/Christina Chin his hungersees an empty shella crab’s ghostcrawling in theflickering shadow — Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam watching me eatguilt as the onlycompanycarbon…
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When I got nits as a kid – Charlotte Cosgrove
When I got nits as a kid I asked my mum if I could keep themThey could be my petsStranded on an islandI could feel them nibbling awayWriting SOS on my scalp And still when I go to sleep at night I wonderIf there is a tiny fly or antCastaway…
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Nocturne – James Callan
Nocturne I climb from the window to the top of my house. I use a trellis supporting climbing hydrangeas. Most nights, if weather permits, I spend my evening outside. Up on the roof, I await the nocturne. I watch the world darken, the ocean turn black. Certain times of year,…
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Gator’s Bite – Tammy Blakley
Could’ve been one of the fishermen who stopped in for a cold one after running their trotlines or a long haul trucker who wanted some company after hundreds of lonely miles on the road.
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In Hell – Eric Kong Angal
It coulda been from a completely unrelated-ass thing, was his excuse.
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Outcast – Virginia Betts
Magnesia? Ambrosia? Amnesia. Ah. Maybe. I don’t really remember anything about it see.
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Castaways – Virginia Betts
They’re here when you close your eyes and drift back to your first home; you turn the key in the lock and pass through the porch
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2 poems – Mark Parsons
Rockwell Kent The rain outside the cave is wet, cold anddoesn’t resemble anythingother than rain,no matter how long or how hard I look.In the morning, after digging with our bare hands all night,we’ll be hungry: once the storm abateswe can try to catch some fishone man volunteers and begins collecting…
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Poetry by Nick Romeo
Today I Can’t Read your poetry or your messages I moved them all to a floppy disk Then placed that item in the attic To be nibbled by the rats and bats But I apologize for torturing the animals I will make it up to these cuties By letting them…
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