A Banal Provocation But With A Flavor of Ripe Pears

Artist: IG @silenttthings by Kristina Krumova with it you can write a poem on my belly and if you don’t like it you can wipe it off with your hand with a dress a sheet or you can leave it to drip down slowly until the words lose their meaning You can leave it to…

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Two Poems

Artist: Augusto Avila Jr. by Kristina Krumova   XX Century Be patient, be patient… The Tomorrow will come two-dimensional abstract almost colorless wrapped in shiny cellophane of forgotten opportunities sent anonymously From the stamp, glued askew, will look at you… The Today   XIX Century We are sitting at the table, drinking… The Yesterday is…

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Memories

Memories by Kathleen O’Neil
This translucent organza covers my skin like snow;
the innermost part of me is burning away. It just smolders. Oxygen, the air, it’s everywhere. The cold poison will seep down through soft delicate shoulder, under the left collarbone edge through bone and the shield of muscle.

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Belt

by Stacey Z Lawrence  He is eleven, almost a man when the belt’s buckle catches under his skin. As usual he grips the kitchen sink stares at the faucet drip as she whips. He never cries, but this time bloody puddles stain his white socks, the canvas of his Converse, gore trickles down his leg.…

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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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