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Möbius

Möbius

Poetry
R.M. Engelhardt
The
Absolute
The
Infinite
The
Unending
Moment
The
Essence
Of
Non-
Being
The
Void
A gratuitous
Nothing ...
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Three Poems

Three Poems

Poetry
Alisa Velaj
THE CHILD, THE CROWD AND THE PEACOCK
Etude 1
On the Carnival Day,
People walk through the city
In the company of a Peacock.
Beings of various kinds,
Their minds blissful,
Their faces cheerful
With Peacock Colours.
Etude 2
Stepping on the Peacock Tail,
The Child becomes a little Gypsy.
Drums and trinkets
Are His world.
Etude ...
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Three Poems

Three Poems

Poetry
George Anderson
Black T-Shirt
A young woman
with multiple silver
eye-brow studs waits in line
for a health shake. She wears a black t-shirt
with bold white writing
and smiling, turns to face me: YOU INSPIRE
MY INNER
SERIAL KILLER ...
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Trying to Focus on the Hockey Game

Trying to Focus on the Hockey Game

Poetry
Tohm Bakelas
So much ass flab
and poorly implanted tits
shaking in my direction
shaking in my face
I tell the whores to fuck off
I tell them I’m not interested
only one complies and wanders off
she returns with wine for herself
and a beer for me
“I didn’t pay for that”
she says nothing, smiles, and
takes ...
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Coalition of The Disappointed

Coalition of The Disappointed

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
We the undersigned wish to register
with you, the good people of the internet,
our disappointment
that our one time mentor-therapist-guru
with whom we have fallen
totally out of love,
appears to be dying
more slowly
than we the undersigned
would like. Unmentionable now in the company
women of our status aspire to keep—
he once put ...
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Dancing Through the Flame

Dancing Through the Flame

Poetry
J.D. Casey
wasting away with the day
inhibitions set free
with the night you said you’d let me know
when the time
was right but now you’re gone and I
feel invisible here
cold & alone simultaneously dead alive
with all the other
corpses dancing through the flame
feeding myself
dirty lies talking to the head
of the heathen
...
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Sa Voix Brisée, Blue Angel Singing War Songs

Sa Voix Brisée, Blue Angel Singing War Songs

Poetry
Kofi Fosu Forson A.
Song for Clara. Dismiss the azimuth. Bear witness to the center
Where we spin on the axis of our true identity. Dissemination
Of love as disease. Puss fanatic drinking absinthe from shoe.
Horror in her eyes, she opens wide to let out a sound. Fetish!
Irony within the pelvis, an incision would produce incongruence.
...
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Gimmickry

Gimmickry

Poetry
Patricia Walsh
Vomiting against the wind, hungover sacrosanct,
presenting itself through a badge of honour,
traipsing through the streets, a homely sight,
more surprises championed against growing up
sympathised through another disposition.
This goodly act, slighting for better entertainment,
what happens upstairs stays there, coffee aside,
working through swathes of imperfect manuscripts,
more worse then the other, never fathoming ...
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