by Anna Idelevich
I’m a little sleepy.
Sleepy and had no intention of writing anything,
more precisely, she was going, but not in a state of drowsiness.
I was insanely sweet yesterday
and I often woke up at night. Continue reading
by Anna Idelevich
I’m a little sleepy.
Sleepy and had no intention of writing anything,
more precisely, she was going, but not in a state of drowsiness.
I was insanely sweet yesterday
and I often woke up at night. Continue reading
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by Austin Alexis
Selfishly, she threw rice to sparrows,
cascading pigeons and a few rooks,
despite people yelling at her:
“You’re feeding the park’s rats, too!”
She stood tall, a beggar woman
enjoying her afternoon pastime. Continue reading
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by Philip Jason
I will always remember that night
when you told me you were never going
to die, that your father had been a god Continue reading
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by Paula Goldman
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by Katie Kemple
In the Sprouts parking lot with my teen, hands balancing
soap, sunblock, a bag of rainbow gummy bears, Continue reading
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