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The Lights
Lydia Libby Side by side, silent are the waves. Pools of pale yellow and white outline their silhouettes. There is a soft impending whisper coming from the wind. Two shadows in the thick of the stillness. A glow dances in small circles against the black. A beacon in the distance lighting a path. It is… Read more
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Monday Blues
Jessica Spoto Freezing, cold, drowning in sorrow Numb the pain, it goes away Take the leap of faith tomorrow It’s just another day Growing, progress in a way Letting go just to stay Holding on to something unclear For what you have, is nothing dear You breathe a sigh of non-relief For you are taken,… Read more
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Our City
Max Lorber pulling air deep into our lungs listening to the sounds of our city a comfortable silence in the space between us you light a cigarette a silver nebula caught in the moonlight drifting to a ceiling fan chop chop chopping above us. you pass the cigarette the moment stretches. I exhale the cloud… Read more
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Sunset, Free Of Charge
Rebecca Dow I see the peach colored in-between of horizon, and storm. How do the birds receive that uniqueness on their wings? As the tide rolls out and my stocking feet clench over rugged ocean rock, And the wind takes my warmth in a natural exchange, It’s as though I’ve been here before. I miss… Read more
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The Bird Flies
Brian Gooze You ever stare at a bird for long enough to watch it take off into flight? I have. Sometimes I wonder what I must look like to the people who walk by. They probably find it strange. “What did that bird do,” they might think, “that would make this guy glare at it… Read more