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sporetti

by Aprilia Zank & Craig Boyling     on stained bull’s eye glass a glimpse of heraldic awe a roundel of vibrant soft hue the…

Proust haiku

by Virginie Colline     madeleine and tea he eats a bit of the past charming remembrance  

The Human Voice

by Axel H. Lenn   Grandmother Alexis once told me “life is a long distance run for various things, but you’re amazingly lucky if, in…

Headstone

by Joe Clifford   At the print shop that day, the new kid Roger Maple had hired to run the shipping department had come to…

The Onus

by Joe Clifford   Across the water from Oakland’s burning hills, behind granite slabs of freeway masonry and the filth of bottle return machines, the…

Poems by Sonnet Mondal

Hidden Divinity   I have been waking up each midnight, each dawn, at the end of each passing hour to see the squabble between darkness…