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A Conversation Between Three Entities: The Face, The Witness & The Viewer
The Witness: Why do you cry? The Face: Because, I see. The Witness: What do you see? :: The Face stares back for a time where The Witness thought to itself ‘until Kingdom-Come, when will it speak?” The Face’s eyes weld up with the deepest sorrow yet the greatest joy with a mouth…
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We who are lost; Mmm, Nope; Neurotic Lullaby by Elisabeth Horan
Three poems by contributor Elisabeth Horan We who are lost Find each other in warehouses Too late sometimes, it’s in graveyards. Always emaciated, dumpster diving for attention Overweight on alcohol anorexic acceptance rates like High school anxiety shave the head try on personalities We who find each other and save some last…
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And I Loved Them by Elisabeth Horan
A poem by contributor Elisabeth Horan. Is it my turn to use them? I asked, in doe-eyed chin up hopefulness – Not yet, replied father-fuhrer. Maybe tomorrow. I never really got a chance to play with them – they were under lock and key behind the rum, above the crackers …
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Behind the Fear of Sun by Tini Ngatini
One day I was driving with my British housemate to a local market in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. I was actually sitting on the back of her bike. I do not drive motorbikes and that’s often funny to my Vietnamese and American friends because motorbikes are the main transportation here; and they seem to associate…
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CLOWN UNKNOWN by Moriah M. Mylod
Hair strands between her finger tips Dangling and pulling apart to the division she sips Red stained glass to the joke and the uncertainty of self Rainbow color for every lover Crowd pleaser Separate, splitting into two Peering sideways Pulling further Red lipped, paled skinned and masked To and fro the crowd Then alone, she…
José Guadalupe Posada
