The End of Whaling

artist: early worm  by D.S. Maolalai and so we grew tired of lamp-oil. whaling too cruel a sport and death too much a price. dirty yellow light like tobacco-stained apartments. too cruel. better to crack the skin of rocks and dig down. and we did and black oil oozed forth, a boon without cruelty. more…

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Signing Forms

artist: Seamlessoo by Catherine Zickgraf That December, home from school, I’d finish my shift at 3 a.m. My hands cracked gripping the wheel. My breath froze in my lungs I though they’d turn to stone. The houses, too, were hollow. The road, too, unlit. My job was to go home. I sat on the steps…

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Two Poems

Artist:  Marcos Guinoza by J.S. MacLean Evolution The scientists said trees grow, I watched one awhile and no they do not. Invisible Minority They are not ghosts that prowl the earth down lanes of truth with greed for sight. ___ J.S. MacLean has been writing poetry since the early 70s with two collections “Molasses Smothered…

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Two Haikus

artist: alis laura by Gerard Sarnat Oedipal Inadequate dad’s persona of perfection is a projectile. Have Faith? Canon, curse, sermon, tongues, discourse, dharma, bible — ishkabibble ___ Gerard Sarnat is a physician who’s built and staffed homeless and prison clinics as well as a Stanford professor and healthcare CEO. He won the Poetry in the…

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