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

Sacrifice my self-sabotage
to dwell in your harmony's grace.
Deafly walking past your shadow,
end as we rise in each other.
You're reality interrupting my dreams,

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A Tempting Tease
Patrick Attaway

We play Monopoly until one of us gets sick.
Drying clothes on chairs because her
shirts shrink in the machine.
Sometimes I look at her with my beard
gnawing at my face, she wonders

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Happier Melodies
Patrick Attaway

Wounds
Not always blood and gore,
not caused by steel or gun,
yet they burn and singe,
huge miserable holes in mind,

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wounds
raghunathan t.k.

It's been wrong this whole time,
the 16-dream has been wrecked,
a vase tumbling to the ground and shattering.

An unfair thigh diameter

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Hormones
Roxanne Smith

Black cat stalking in shadows,
entering into sun light
at a deliberate pace.

Fresh green spring weeds

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Newly Impressions
Catherine Cronin

Rains again

The first rain of the season,
poets go crazy all over,
imagining non existing love,

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Rains again
raghunathan t.k.

Laughter, the season of living.
Aside from a smile,
the sound infects nerves
like solitary care.
And the rhythm fills the room

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Masked Lowered
Patrick Attaway

He asked me,
"What would you have done
If the cells of your body
Stopped receiving the rays of the sun?"


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Dandelion
LAKSHMI RAJESH