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The Overlord
~Kelly
Moyer
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spring storm—
the dialogue interrupted
by a short circuit
~Nicoletta Ignatti
flea
it danced it here now there again
and sprang its music deep upon me
i speak i speak i speak i speak
sucking out a sip of me for it to live
a fat disgust a hot sink drowning
a crushing between fingernails
i this god dispense
in answer to its helpless daring
while i this flea am honoured here
in answer to my need
and worse and worse expect it
~Harry Owen
Springtime spiders, cute and small,
skitter up the hallway wall,
kitchen counter, kitchen chair,
weft their webs within your hair.
~Terry Trowbridge
red traffic light
sitting behind the motorist
a zip-tied barbie
~Tuyet Van Do
dry gin the empty quarter in my mind map
~John Hawkhead
in the desert (when I stop thinking of it) an oasis
~Arvinder Kaur
carbon credit to absolutely no one
~John Hawkhead
clothes shopping —
the men in dire need
of
a woman
~Maurizio Brancaleoni
I see a silent film star
working in a shop
She tends the till, wraps the gifts.
She looks up slightly to the left
never straight at me.
Her skin is celluloid
The day is black and white
~Sarah Davies
GPS tells me
I am on the fastest route
to perdition
~James Penha
deserted
island
i'm not
a man so maybe
i'm an island,
hopefully a deserted one;
i don't want people
walking all over me.
~linda m. crate
no wonder the lily
blooms just for a day
this world of men
~Arvinder Kaur
BE
WARNED
if you’re
sitting by yourself
in
a coffee shop
and reading
something by
Thomas Pynchon
I cannot be
responsible
for my
undivided
attention
~John
Grey
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Closure
~Michael Lee Johnson
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