Rose Mary Boehm

Under cover of night The fiddler in blue gave the slip to a toad of African proportions. Toad wanted the fiddle. The big silver whale walked out of the water took over the bandstand   and the angel folded his heavy wings. In the soft light of loving consequences the dragonflies sat quietly on shimmer…

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Carla Ingram

Home The fifth of November, I remember dark nights Of frost, bitter cold, biting winds, clad in Winter’s warm woolens with fur-booted feet. Into pitch blackness, a wide gulp of my heaven, The aroma so sweetly inhaled as we stride With the moon as our constant companion.   Rockets and wheels spinning and whizzing, while…

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Sarah Lucille Marchant

Caleb plastic necklaces strung pretty dusty in his eyes (luminosity dulled by dime-store display) you skip around crinkle leaf sidewalk play you roll your eyes green to yellow to orange ink scratch-out paper hiding behind your grin what was there before? what did you never allow? sodden ground thoughts & secrets threaded dead grass tangled…

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Farleigh

I’d Rather Die by Kim Farleigh Enrique Ponce had been hit by the first bull, a blood-stained, white bandage wrapped tight around his right thigh, his awkward short steps placing despairing lights in his eyes.  There was a white tear in his pants over his left hip and red patches smeared over his legs.  “I’m…

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Sigh

when I say something witty –   out, because your insides can’t bear to be in. Whatever you pulled inside I deflated. I didn’t even need a pin.   I saw you. When you were under the fig tree I saw you.   While you loaf, I’ll be under lamplight tracing the shadow of my…

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Call to Outlaws

I.      The Garage Knelt beneath the staircase my skin hummed against the threat of discovery, the shock of her blonde hair, the string of his guitar, the damp silhouette beneath my thin cotton dress. Clouds of laughter and smoke swung between us, a circuit of pungent electricity rocked with soft delirium. She kissed my lips with…

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