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Pieces Of My Heart, Mandy Gilbertson
Pearl White Dream, Jane Muir Greene
Nature V Nurture And The Nature Of Astrology
Nature V Nurture And The Nature Of Astrology
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Limantour Dream, Jane Muir Greene
Larkspur Ferry, Dave Seter
Jive, Chloe Miller Bess
Embers, Cheramie Leo
Do It For The Love, Millita Walker
Condemned To Serenity What Will I Make Of It, Laurie Richie
Condemned To Serenity What Will I Make Of It, Laurie Richie
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Can I Get A Better Exchange Rate?, Liang M. Somers
Can I Get A Better Exchange Rate?, Liang M. Somers
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By: Autumn, By: Winter, Cheramie Leo
By The Candlelight, Andrew De Martini
I Want To Remember, Mariel E. Valerio
I Want To Remember, Mariel E. Valerio
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I want to remember
crawling into bed beside you
the way I remember
reading a poem aloud for the first time. ~excerpt from poem
Tell The Children: No Talking At The Dinner Table, Vanessa Leung
Tell The Children: No Talking At The Dinner Table, Vanessa Leung
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Tell the children no talking at the dinner table
Ivory chopsticks striked down to sever unfinished
Articulations, into pieces of broken syllables.
All not knowing what malice they had inflicted,
Hurried with their sustenance and scattered
Behind walls. Try to make amends
In uncertain ways. Promise
No talking back, nor back-talking. ~excerpt from poem
108 Double Stitches, Robert D. Johnson
108 Double Stitches, Robert D. Johnson
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So tightly I’m wound,
I recoil when struck.
Compressed like a spring.
I’m constantly fondled,
Examined and lifted on high.
A pale white complexion,
red lines all over my face. ~excerpt from poem
Fellow Traveler, Steve Galiani
Fellow Traveler, Steve Galiani
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Gather round, be present!
Listen to words granted me
(presumptuous vessel)
by the muse. ~excerpt from poem
Vocation, Steve Galiani
Vocation, Steve Galiani
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daybreak finds me
the freshest of flowers
dew-soaked, opening slowly
to the lighting sky. ~excerpt from poem
We Are Horses, Aijuana Bifri
We Are Horses, Aijuana Bifri
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To read and to write is to breathe and to live and to eat and to drink
to sustain my life
when the pen and the pad and the life you had are put on stage
and on the mic
I need to read I need to write and over and over ~excerpt from poem
The Belly, Aijuana Bifri
The Belly, Aijuana Bifri
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The Star-Spangled Banner plays and I don’t have my hands on my heart
next thing I know, I hear,
“You anti-American immigrant leech
if you don’t like America, why don’t you leave?
if you don’t like America, why don’t you go home?
you’ve talked shit about this country
expressing your pain in this country
aren’t you thankful we serve you in this country?
all you do is take money from this country
you ungrateful...” ~excerpt from poem
Better Than Grey, Tanya Tsikanovsky
Better Than Grey, Tanya Tsikanovsky
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Our words slide off our tongues like marbles on wet floors,
too wet to stop gliding
And we soak up our thoughts like sponges,
wringing out the water we both now taste ~excerpt from poem
Feel No More, Natalie Padilla
Feel No More, Natalie Padilla
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I can feel the prickle of the grass
And the cold, desolate ground beneath me
My body is weak as I struggle to wake
For I feel your presence surround me
A blade of grass comes into view
I tilt my head towards the blazing sky
Where the clouds cradle me with warmth ~excerpt
Cup Of Tea, Paula Garcia
Cup Of Tea, Paula Garcia
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“Such a beautiful photograph,” she marvels
As she sits down where I used to lie.
You look at the picture as she asks you who I am.
For what seems like an eternity in your mind
You plead with God to help you mask the clouds
That are now thundering about in your head.
“Just an old friend,” you reply coolly,
After an uncomfortable second.
~ poem excerpt ~
No Drunken Frenzy, Kimberly Satterfield
No Drunken Frenzy, Kimberly Satterfield
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Chatter of cedar waxwings
is shrill this morning.
Must be fifty crested visitors,
scarlet-russet-gold breasts
glint iridescent. ~excerpt from the poem
Spin The Bottle, Jennifer Curtin
Spin The Bottle, Jennifer Curtin
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A bottle turns feverishly on its side
a compass searching north, east, west, yes
pointedly at a predestined angel
of crackled lips and sweaty pits
A tender moment of locked eyes searching
the other’s approval and first move
for the fated instant~excerpt from the poem
Raquel, Ann Rathie
Raquel, Ann Rathie
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I finally cut off my long red hair.
What a problem that was,
trailing behind me,
dragging on the ground attracting all that attention.
Swains swanning all around.
Rapunzel, I love you,
Rapunzel be mine,
Rapunzel let me wrap myself in your hair!~ excerpt from the poem
Voice, Lauro Vazquez
Letters From Bootcamp, Lauro Vazquez
Untitled, Lauro Vazquez
The Secret Redux, Anonymous Author