Commuting by Morgan Bazilian
Commuting A day breaks Unfettered by guilt or gravity. The foothills seem to be laying back,...
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Untitled Poems by Bekah Steimel
Untitled Poems I. I’m as dark as the dreams of a demon cold to the touch as if I’m already...
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Under the Stars by Joseph Benedict
Under The Stars I “Thanks for coming. I’m sure my father would have appreciated...
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Springtime by John Reinhart
Springtime arrived, open mouthed, black, screeching harpy-like in the tree branch above my picnic...
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Watching the Lamar River Rapids by Tovah S. Yavin
Watching the Lamar River Rapids I thought I saw a single drop Lurch and hop across a rock...
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