by Loren Moreno
It can last from a few seconds to a minute or two and is often associated with hypnogogic hallucinations, things you see when you’re trying to wake up.
—Dr. Priyanka Yadav
The doorway, rectangle cut in the peeling white wall,
opens to blackness, where the mind superimposes
shapes and figures emerging from nothing. Continue reading
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by Joe Balaz
Kamuela Kim’s
great-grandparents
wuz immigrant workers
in da sugarcane fields
but dat wuz da extent
of her humility.
She wuz da owner
of wun ritzy Honolulu restaurant
and her Cadillac
wuz painted bright ruby red. Continue reading
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by Bénédicte Kusendila
The sheets hung out to sweet perfection,
the bed covered by a quilt of hearts.
It is okay to be girly again,
to foreshow what I want.
The drunken dance of welcoming tourists;
they’re already my friends. The psalm of
the classy suit shouting, “I don’t know! I don’t know!”
in the street, in his mobile phone. Continue reading
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by Stewart Manley
Some things hold, some let go.
Sunlight streams through the hapu‘u,
Warming the cool stillness.
A breeze of reminiscence,
Lasts only to stir forgotten embers,
A time of young dreams. Continue reading
by Simon Mermelstein
(first line from Freud, via Emily Berry)
Filed under Poetry
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