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Hare and Tortoise Stew

Read: Hare and Tortoise Stew #poetry by L.G. Corey

by L.G. Corey Light the fire with your finger. Light the fire with your tongue. Spread their ashes on the altar. There is magic in their planting, omens in their dust, and a whiff of sulphur on their breath. As I’ve said so many times before, Time, at the speed of light, stands still. Do you remember? Anything at all? Have you forgotten the quick lick of words on your lips and the stiff tongue…

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#Hare and Tortoise Stew #Light the fire with your tongue #poetry by LG Corey-Summer2015 #poetry-summer-2015

Song of Elephanta Forest

#amreading Song of Elephanta Forest #poetry by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

by Debasis Mukhopadhyay The dawning birds over Subarnarekha river were rising to the summer sky. Our empty bodies lay in bed awake to innocence. No refrain of kiss, no rumble in flesh, no rattling silence anymore. Daybreak through the windowpane as the birds started calling drowning out our bare love. No hope, just a fog of fear, and a damp world of death. Then the riot of their cries…

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#Bengali #poetry by Debasis Mukhopadhyay #poetry-summer-2015 #Silver Birch Press #Song of Elephanta Forest #The dawning birds over Subarnarekha river

Hinckley's Shame

Read: Hinckleys Shame #poetry by Ernest Williamson

by Ernest Williamson the windows were caskets; placating purple flares; smoldering by a tattered King James Bible beneath deceptively secured feet; draped in red-brown leather sandals atop musty parkay floors layered with red ants; chasing spilled heavy oozing red honey, as garrulous mice were squealing in soprano tones esoteric trills leaking like liquid ragweed in zero degree temperature,…

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#Allen University #best of the net nominee #Hinckleys Shame #King James Bible #poetry by Ernest Wiliamson #Review Americana #the windows were caskets

Miller Lite Runs In The Family

Miller Lite Runs in the Family #amreading #flash by Sarah Frances Moran

by Sarah Frances Moran He opens the door of his too small apartment and immediately goes to the thermostat. It’s set to 70 and that’s too warm. He pushes the down arrow until it rests on 65. Content, he goes over to the fridge where a 12-pack waits for him. Pops the tab on a Miller Lite and sits at the dining room table he’s had for as long as he can remember. He downs that first beer…

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#Boston Poetry Magazine #flash by Sarah Moran #flash-summer-2015 #He pushes the down arrow until it rests on 65 #Miller Lite Runs in the Family #The Bitchin Kitsch #The Miller Lite Story #Yellow Chair Review

The Change

Just Published: The Change #amreading #poetry by Laurie Kolp

by Laurie Kolp Kale gutters leaves and stuffs them in his pockets. Later he will dump them at his front door and pretend to slip so he can miss piano lessons. His mother will pop off the couch, drink still in hand because no matter how much she staggers the drink always remains intact. Sometimes Kale even wonders if its gelatin. She will bang the door open, her expression a feline mix between…

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#Finishing Line Press #Kale gutters leaves and stuffs them in his pockets #poetry by Laurie Kolp #poetry-summer-2015 #the 2015 poets market #the change #Upon the Blue Couch #winter goose publishing

Thought Follows Thought

Just Published: 3 Poems by Gerard Caronna #amreading #poetry

by Gerard Caronna I think I’m in love. I think I’m settling. I think I’m dumb. I think I’m pregnant. I think I’m selfish. I think I’m having twins. I think we need to talk. I think she said I love love you. I think I’m losing control. I think I’m trying too hard. I think I need Adderall. I think I hate my job. I think it’s working. I think you’re lying. I think I want to have your baby. I think…

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#3 Poems #Christmas Lights #Dream Dirty Dream #poetry by Gerard Caronna #poetry-summer-2015 #Thought Follows Thought

Eleventh Hour

Read: Eleventh Hour #poetry by Joan McNerney

by Joan McNerney Wrapped in darkness we can no longer deceive ourselves. Our smiling masks float away. We snake here, there from one side to another. How many times do we rip off blankets only to claw more on? Listening to zzzzzz of traffic, mumble of freight trains, fog horns. Listening to wheezing, feeling muscles throb. How can we find comfort? Say same word over and over again again…

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#best of the net nominee #eleventh hour #kind of a hurricane press #our smiling masks float away #poet and geek #poetry by Joan McNerney #poetry-summer-2015

Encouragement from the Spinet

#amreading Encouragement From the Spinet #poetry by Ernest Williamson

by Ernest Williamson stoked books coated in sulfuric residue broken lanterns rocking on marble foundations; as the landlord summarized my living room with wry laughter catering to poking fun of my empty space; Chopin’s music filled the room. After the shame of poverty and jest leaves; tacit moments in night find me welcomed where moonlight clothes my bare frame while heat between me and tune…

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#Chopin&039;s music filled the room #encouragement from the spinet #poetry by Ernest Wiliamson #poetry-summer-2015

"Stillness" - "Swallow" - "Split"

#amreading 3 stellar poems by Rachel Nix #poetry

by Rachel Nix Stillness Would it be worthwhile to hinge on the words of a man who waits not on my replies, but merely for a break in my syllables, to break me with his stare and turn my thoughts into something of a simple stutter? I think not, but he is most recusant in allowing me the benediction of where my lips take the proceedings of this hushed moment. I have been quieted, but…

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#hinge on the words #melancholy hyperbole #poetry by Rachel Nix #poetry-summer-2015 #split #stillness #swallow #the symmetry in which we are divided #words dance

One Day He Up And Left: Two Girls Remember Grandpa

One Day He Up And Left: Two Girls Remember Grandpa #poetry by Trish Saunders

by Trish Saunders Before anyone could call him a bastard again, tell him to buy a comb, put on a shirt, quit trifling with his Model-T, insulting the parish choir— one day he up and quit. The kitchen door sagged a little lower. First, he tipped his flask for a good slug. His spine straightened, hands stopped trembling. He felt taller. Pebbles shrank under his boots. He heard crickets, even a…

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#death #Here/There Poetry #mockingbird #Poetry by Trish Saunders #poetry-summer-2015 #two girls remember grandpa

Eunoia (remix) ft. Christian Bök

Eunoia (remix) ft. Christian Bök #poetry by H.G. Heath

by H.G. Heath A drab washman, half-clad at a washstand, can wash afghans and caftans, as databanks at NASDAQ graph hard data and chart a NASDAQ crash— Hassan can watch cancan gals cha-cha-cha, as crass bands blat jazzmatazz (what a class act). Vaward attacks blast apart hangars and tarmacs: blam, blam. Retchers retch; belchers belch. Jesters express extreme glee. The stench repels;…

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#Christian Bok #databanks at NASDAQ graph hard data #Eunoia #found poetry #fragments #mope: a remix of Frank O&039;Hara #poetry by Hunter Heath #poetry-summer-2015

Poppy

Read Poppy #poetry by Arielle Lipset

by Arielle Lipset You do not tend, tend To air thinned and pressed, Featureless dreams, flat merciless Streets tangle like threads. Meet me where blood unhinges From flesh, inch by inch I am silently led To your phantom city in Poland. Where a tank flattened your dog And Russians set out from a fog Thick and dull as storm clouds. ©Copyright 2015, Arielle Lipset ARIELLE LIPSET - [Read Full…

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#Academy of American Poets Poetry Prize #Poetry by Arielle Lipset #poetry-summer-2015 #Poppy #streets tangle like threads #Third Point Press

Carrina Triumphant

Carrina Triumphant #fiction by Julia Benally

by Julia Benally The sweltering Arizona sun lit up the cream-colored blinds. In one corner, the red light of a clock glowed 7:59 A.M. Already, the heat was creeping into the semi darkness of the room. Suddenly, a single stream of sunlight pierced through a crack in the blinds and shined on one eye of a six-year-old girl. With an irritated frown, she rolled over. That stream of sun seemed to…

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#already the heat was creeping into the semidarkness #Carrina Triumphant #Fiction by Julia Benally #fiction summer 2015 #golden words

How to Eat a Persimmon in Three Steps

How to Eat A Persimmon in Three Steps #poetry by Coral Lee

by Coral Lee Two things: Knife Persimmon First: Remove the calyx, angled slightly to the left. This is the skeleton dance. (do not disturb the protector of breath and cloudless flesh) Second: Halve halves. Third: The knife, so suddenly. The flesh, forgiving. Thick, dimpled skin: you have come undone. ©Copyright 2015, Coral Lee CORAL LEE - [Read Full Bio] is currently studying English…

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#how to eat a persimmon in three steps #Poetry by Coral Lee #poetry-summer-2015 #this is the skeleton dance

Charity Case

#amreading Charity Case by Howie Good #poetry #prose

by Howie Good 1 Swallowing a handful of pills solves every problem, although I didn’t necessarily want it that way. Nearby is another me that I can’t see but that sees me. It’s impossible when looking around not to imagine some prior tragedy, all the deserted cities the jungle overgrew. Whatever happened to the right to be lazy? I try to tell myself that if less is more, then nothing must be…

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#another new calligraphy #Beautiful Decay #Charity Case #our favorite poems #prose by Howie Good #Right Hand Pointing Press #some years are bright and funky

The Dancer

Read: The Dancer #fiction by Adreyo Sen

by Adreyo Sen Every evening, dear girl, I return home from work to find your grandmother waiting for me at that old wooden table where a pair of large, beautiful eyes once made us a family. As I sit down, she gets up wordlessly and begins to busy herself at the stove. I confide my heaviness to the doll by your grandmother’s vacant table and she tucks them underneath her with graceful ease.…

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#fiction by Adreyo Sen #I confide my heaviness to the doll by your grandmother’s vacant table #Southampton College #The Dancer

Phombies

#amreading Phombies #flash by Catfish McDaris

by Catfish McDaris Cell phone madness was driving the world insane. People walking into things, holding phones up to the side of their heads, blue gadgets stuck in their ears, finger stabbing on tiny keyboards. Folks not speaking to one another, only concerned with electronic communications. Families sitting down for a meal, each and every one of them ignoring each other caught up in their own…

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#blue gadgets stuck in their ears #Cannibal Sunflowers #flash by Catfish McDaris #flash fiction award at Gypsy #flash-summer-2015 #Iguana in Your Pocket #Prying #The Song is #thelonius monk award

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