by Matthew Marcott Black muck teeters to Broken gravel. Streetlights Lit to a hung jury. The Drunkard’s Quarter: Frenchman’s Lane. Dreams A James-son straight. Boasts, ‘I chopped ye head off, …

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by Judy Chin I’ve been gone for long Because I’m heading towards what I need to be. Occasionally I see her. Times like these, I wish I could go back. …

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by Beth Ann Mastromarino The Silk Road laughs as Hebrew letters ride Epona’s back through Neptune’s loamy sighs. Caravans in ports of call melt nightly, Form one society of golden …

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by Jimmy Krause They say you die the last time anyone speaks your name. I will be anonymous. I will live nameless. I will live forever. Without a name, I …

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by Jimmy Krause Gone is my will to live, but fear keeps me from dying. Gone is my want to be loved, but I long for someone to hold. Gone …

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by Oyindamola Shoola This morning, before leaving for the church, you part me in two, somewhere around the place we left off last night. Your fingers hang in places; trying …

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