Acceptance
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4d ago
By: Miriam Manglani Linda didn’t ask for a step daughter with Down Syndrome when she married Allen six months ago. She exhaled in frustration and paced through her bedroom, her heals digging into the white plush carpet. “You said we’d go to the Country Club dinner tonight.” “That was before I knew Greta’s play was tonight. She mentioned she told you about it,” Allen grabbed Linda by the hand and looked her in the eye before she could take another step. “She’s working as a stage tech. She doesn’t even have a part in the play,” Linda gritted her teeth. “I worked as a stage tech in high school to ..read more
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Taking Hostages for Peace
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4d ago
By: Steven Grogan I think I was just too nervous when I let my tongue go rattling off like the machine gun I was holding. Why did I have to say I was going to kill those people if my demands weren’t met? Nothing could have been further from the truth! Unfortunately, the chance to share my message of peace and love was lost once I shouted those words. I have a few uncles who were in the Vietnam War. They told me that, when they were wounded by gunfire, they never heard the shot that tagged them. Now I can say those reports are true; you don’t know anything is wrong until the pain hits. Once it ..read more
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Regrets
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6d ago
By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the quiet voice within your soul. The past is impermanent, incapable of pursuit. When your mind is free of physical emotion, no regrets can remain. Hear the Wheel spin, heed the quiet voice of your inner self, let eternal truth shield you from turbulence. Accept life, stand apart, and it will not touch your inner self. You will have faith, and faith is love ..read more
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Los tigres tienen no miedo
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6d ago
By L. Burton Brender For Jim and Anthony My older brother, Jose, he is a man. He has 16 years and he has been a chambelan. Two times. The first time he was the escort for this very pretty girl who called herself Rosita, but I do not think the second time should count. It was for Isabella. Isabella, she is not so nice, and besides she is our cousin.  Jose was the first of los tigres.  Back then, it was him and Raphael, the older brother of Antonio, but Raphael grew up and moved away. Jose, he still lives here, and he has just got his license. Now, there are girls to dr ..read more
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It was Hot Like Summer and the Demons Ran Deep, or Not in This Life Anyways
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6d ago
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Photo by Brian Michael Barbeito the rains had arrived when there was supposed to be snow, and the fields became beige and flaxen again, and the world was strange and stayed that way. it was as if it had longed to be strange and present that part of its personality that nobody cared about. and now that it had gotten the chance, it wasn’t going to give it up. for many days and nights the precipitation continued. an old solitary hawk that lived somewhere near or perhaps on the top of the movie-house came down and alighted atop a No Trespassing sign. a dirty sad area, wh ..read more
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‘An Ovillejo’ and other poems
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6d ago
By: Jake Sheff I Reassure and Measure Time’s Reluctance Down at Silver Falls: an Ovillejo How do you steal moonlit nights? Squatters’ rights. What do you tell whiny trees? Eat the freeze! Where do all your secrets run? On the sun. Now the autumn rains must shun Metropolitan elites; Every Pynchon novel cheats. Squatters’ rights eat the freeze on the sun. Elegy for Cat II: A Failed Acrostic Emblems of energy entertain nothing Made without love, made without mercy; Makers unmake whatever moseys Away from its birth. Bandages burn Today, its dagger darker than heartache. Helmet of faith, with your ..read more
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Children of War
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1w ago
By: Gulshan Ara Little nursery underneath a half-burnt bunker Kerosine lamps hanging from the ceiling Tiny premature babies wrapped in half torn blanket Curling up in their tiny cribs, struggling to stay warm Sucking the last drop of milk from an empty milk bottle Struggling to breath No lullaby, no cradling by mother’s arms, No milk from mother’s breast No electricity, no water Doctors struggling desperately to save lives Tiny babies, almost lifeless, Often shaking up by the rumbling of incessant bombing Erratically throwing their little arms & feet in protest Often opening eyes with blan ..read more
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Arrowroot Cookie
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1w ago
By: Jim Bates Northwoods lake country Water glistening waves lapping Hot sun scorching sand On the beach playing. Big brother in charge of younger siblings Momentarily distracted by building a sandcastle Baby Will toddles out onto the dock stumbles and falls off sinking fast Big brother runs to help but the water’s too deep. “Mom!” he yells. “Help! She runs from the cabin and jumps in Pulling baby Will quickly to safety Still clutching his Arrowroot cookie. Alone later that evening Big brother sits on the dock Toes dangling in dark waters swirling Thinking heavy confusing thoughts Nearly crush ..read more
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Ode to Fancy
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1w ago
By: Rehanul Hoque (Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima) In the lonely hours of a lovelorn heart A wild beauty beckoned to come closer – She sat leaning upon a coral reef Her hair disheveled by the wind Her eyes deep as the Pacific, She plunged feet in the blue water Her silence meant an iceberg No doubt, her occasional smile was enough to wage war on earth The colors of a rainbow emanating from horizon played on Her dappled belly, The glimmering light from her, as if were source of life In a distant land- She was none other than fancy! Fancy- You are the evergreen beauty Ocean kisses your feet A ..read more
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‘Egrets’ and other poems
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1w ago
By: John Grey EGRETS THE SHY ONE THE BEAN AND THE GRAPE FORMER THE ROOMS AUTUMN BOY MONSTERS EGRETS Leaving water country behind, they headed for the trees, cadenced wingbeats slow, and I watched them gather in high branches that gently shook with their arrival. This was the assembly hour, as darkness closed the air up tight, and the hubbub settled down. I saw and heard no more so I came away. THE SHY ONE She returns no smiles, no greetings. When opening up is called for, she closes down more. Even when trapped in a conversation, her responses are monosyllabic, and muttered lower than her ..read more
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