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Day 22 by Laura Hanna
Day 22: Emptiness Is an Unverifiable Concept Your shoes are there in the corner; you will never wear them again. Your coffee cup is still on the table where you left it to dry. I tell myself I weep for...
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Day 36 by Laura Hanna
Day 36 (Keeping Time with Rain Drops) The bees drink the sugar water you left for them in the feeder by the hyacinths, not knowing you can never fill it again. Blood of strawberries in the jar of...
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The Thin Edge by John Zedolik
The Thin Edge Recognition is a razor upon one side is memory— image and word while on the other lies nil perhaps gray infinity—if even that visual is too much for nothing And how easily slices the face...
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At Capacity by Chelsea Kerwin
At Capacity For the doctor who volunteered as Gatekeeper at the MSF Ebola Treatment Center in Monrovia, Liberia No pearls on these gates, no one comes inside. With empathy, I turn them away, but I turn...
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The Francis Scott Key Bridge
Photo by Billkoplitz on wikimedia For Seth José, can you see The Francis Scott Key Bridge, which adorns like a necklace the placid Potomac, from your Georgetwon dorm? Didya notice the quiet elegance of...
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I Think I Was
I was that man climbing the stairs to the hospital room, that man with wavy brown hair and open eyes. I used to live near the moors where I would go to re-enact Thomas Hardy fables, choked with the...
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Fire Escape
Fire Escape Low-flying helicopters are again dusting the urban crops with their searchlight. A dumpster full of chipped china and soiled clothes but nothing edible. This fire escape hangs like a noose,...
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Holidays at Home
Plastic rainbows men in fancy dress faces damaged by derision and snide jibes. Pretty girls in curlicues dressed in white counting the spaces in between paces while playing games beneath a chiaroscuro...
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EMPTY SURRENDER
I surrendered a memory of an altered me. Long ago, an essence filled my writing. Now I have gone adrift. The echo of words never born. Invisible reflections, white paper, can they form again? In...
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Sudden Infant Death Syndrome
“I’m happy for you,” I said when you had your first. “If only I could find the right one, I’d have one of my own,” I said and you nodded and said “You’ll find someone.” “I’m happy for you,” I said when...
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Oct.
Some orange battalions are showing up with flag-yellows and insignia reds marching in across the fields of vision visible through green from my position at the center of whatever I see. TWIXT is the...
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Last Night
A rush to measure growing shadows dropped from trees yet to leaf, extended from broad trunks pointing toward the next rising sun, each day ending when shadows finally reach the far horizon and merge...
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Gnarled Trees
These trees, gnarled and half-dead, grew old under my stare, now a testament to how long I lived, rather than nurture, in this single place, old friends that gave me shadows and captured birds from...
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Love’s Carcass
It begins as madness When the first kiss of lust that stained Your eyes would push you over the edge. And this is my last price. The last peak is always a wish. I love the carcass’s smell. It makes me...
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A Damaged Thinker #25
Amazingly, absence can be breathe, too. Darren C. Demaree is the author of four poetry collections. He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology. A Damaged Thinker #25 is a post from:...
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And though this pillow is enough you still come by at night safe from sand and salt –with both elbows on the bed your clothes in a heap –what you can’t say is soaking in sea grass and her clothes too...
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For Franceine
She was queen of the madrigal then, When she traced a history of time and place on her palm. Hair like thick red honey, its curled ends Shone the airy bronze of barrier-island sand. Her words trilled...
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Lest Man Take From Me What He Has Given
For the fact that I was so small, the mortal feet threatening to crush me, their hands felling trees, their mouths seeking meat, I took to these few seeds. Little words, sounds little heard. But the...
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What Comes Around Goes Around or The Wizard of Laws
Go ahead, talk about me behind my back. Be passive-aggressive to me to my face. Write about me. Think about me. Do unto me as you would have done onto God. After all, only the most interesting people...
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Alight
I went out to the woodpile today, after ignoring the fire too long, thinking the burnt coals would reignite if I stoked them. But they only rippled for a moment before fading to gray. The weather has...
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