by Derek Mong
When the last phone cord unslithers
from a sleeping teen’s fingers,
and all the TV knobs have spun
off into orbits unknown;
when the word tablet can glisten
without beeswax or mason, Continue reading
by Derek Mong
When the last phone cord unslithers
from a sleeping teen’s fingers,
and all the TV knobs have spun
off into orbits unknown;
when the word tablet can glisten
without beeswax or mason, Continue reading
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by Dante Di Stefano
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by Dustin Brown
Mice have taken over my bedroom.
They catapulted themselves
onto my bed, battering rammed
the pillow to the floor. Continue reading
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by Sarah Fawn Montgomery
Is a delicacy.
Like a shield,
rough skin shelters
the tender within.
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by Kenneth Pobo
Sometimes I’d like my family
to enter a spaceship headed to Titan.
The farther away they are,
the more I relax. It’s not that Continue reading
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