by Susana H. Case
On vacation in Niagara Falls,
he rips feathers from pillows
in the middle of the night, rains
white birds all over the bed.
This is not the first time Continue reading
by Susana H. Case
On vacation in Niagara Falls,
he rips feathers from pillows
in the middle of the night, rains
white birds all over the bed.
This is not the first time Continue reading
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by Rob Vance
Race day started with smoke, a wad of gumbi gumbi leaves
smoldering in rough hands. A shaman, face painted white
as the sand on which we stood, blessed us by the azure waters
of the Indian Ocean. The sound of digeridoos vibrated
the way the breath of 1200 athletes resonates at the sound
of the starting gun, a signal to all with a warrior’s heart. Continue reading
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by D.S. Maolalai
hillwalking together,
toward the edge
of the howth-
head horizon,
looking at the sea
which lies,
flat and peaceful,
like a blue
uncrumpled scarf
hung by summer-
time door. Continue reading
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by Claire Scott
We bring pots of yellow chrysanthemums
with orange ribbons around their waists
a stuffed bear holding an I Luv You heart
a slice of gingerbread the rats will eat tonight
we settle in on the lush green hills with our thermoses of tea
leaning against shiny marble stones newly engraved
with our mother’s/father’s/aunt’s/cousin’s names
telling stories of Olivia’s home run, of Austin’s first A
of the new jacket we got on sale that perfectly
matches the taupe pants we bought last week
although we are worried… Continue reading
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by Andrew Michael Roberts
It was night, and we were lost. We called the police.
Hello, they said, this is the police, we have sidearms and
stunners and black cars and shackles, and we know
how to use them.
There was a silence.
We said, We are afraid.
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