my continuous personal consciousness goes right on peeling potatoes
~Patrick Sweeney
I wish I was a butterfly
I'll grow wings when I die.
I wish that I was a phoenix
I'll rise again from cinder and ashes.
I wish I will live forever
forever young and forever fair.
but wishing stars fade, die
wishing stars fade and die.
~Fhen M.
in the frozen ground
a new grave waiting
to be fed
~Tom Blessing
pigeons
flying roof to roof
must be bored
~Tom Blessing
red banarasi
like sunshine
her acid-burnt face
~Debarati
Sen
hail oh mountain wolves / do howl to your hearts' content / to tell us what is
~Charles
A. Perrone
The twelve apostles rise
from the dead. Their job?
Drag bodies from Gaza
over the wall into Egypt.
When will the killing end,
they ask a wandering hippie ghost
singing about sunshine.
The sky turns black.
A cross appears,
holding
a weeping man.
~Pris
Campbell
isolating the war drums in his speech
~Patrick Sweeney
the people who didn't get there in time
~Patrick Sweeney
a pebble
in my niece's forehead
war hero
~Shasta Hatter
four crows stand
in the street
unmoved by cars
~Shasta Hatter
heavy
with secrets
oh, how I long
to keep them
~Shasta Hatter
5G
the good doctor's
burner phone
~Kelly Moyer
twist of fate
a typo
in the tea leaves
~Kelly Moyer
he listened to both sides and served tea
~Patrick Sweeney
she
was a smoker who every now and then wore a halo
~Patrick Sweeney
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