There'll be more nights
with your face squished
against my arm,
those tattoos swarming
my sight

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Forcing Me to Breathe
Patrick Attaway

Though I predict a scenario
The perfect one always
Arises out of my vision's
Failure to inhibit reality.
I drove us out of town,

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My Wedding Plans
Patrick Attaway

After so long gone,
I no more chant
my war-song.
She reflects peace
back to me and

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Back (Sequel to "Missing")
Catherine Cronin

my grandma, a rhubarb pie.
tart from the garden,
sweetened with that white goodness.
it turns her lips into roses.
it smells like Christmas morning in February.

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My Mom's Colon and the Holidays
Roxanne Smith

Yellow eyed, gray cat
tears open a pink
vinyl flower
and asks me to take him
home to you.

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Gray and Black Cats
Patrick Attaway

Lament of a poet;
It was another rejection note,
delivered wih a flourish by the mailman,
another nail to my ambition,
compliment of a famous publisher,

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a poet laments
raghunathan t.k.

When the Devil knocks on your door, answer it. You'd be a fool to pretend you weren't home.
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Standing on the starried shores,
their eyes all on the eastern waxing moon.
They were that blind to all the seed they bore,

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They Gave 'em Hell
Paul Michelle

I often watch your green toenails
swirling the invisible threads
you keep tied around my neck
to calm my existence, taming
my need to float in wall-less

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To Torture You
Patrick Attaway

threads pulled
by my loose cuticles,
catching on my skin-nail connection.
the northern section of the pillowcase
covered in loose fabric and threads,

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Early Trichs She Played on Me
Roxanne Smith