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by Anthony J. Langford Human spiking The troublesome one Begins in soil And ends in flight The damage is done in the bedroom
Dark Story Of Helenna
by Oliviu Crâznic The eventide descending, I get your invitation And leave behind my manor, preparing for your games; I’m passing through the gate, of gold and hawthorn flowers – A few attend the party, but we are heavy names.
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by Ali Znaidi The Mona Lisa Megrims A river of secret light used to stream across her enigmatic lips. No wind was able to expose her untamed smile, nor the years— a smile beyond description/ a smile that encrypted but never revealed.
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by Mitchell Grabois Blood 1. Her mother raised her Catholic but somewhere along the way between inspecting U.S. Navy aircraft (her softness inside their hardness) and teaching Montessori students (her hardness inside their softness) Latilda joined a cult
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by A.J. Huffman With Apple I become Eve to your Adam, though you have no discernable signs of having recently lost a rib. I bite anyway, pierce red skin with foreshadowing teeth. I hold
Against Reading. A Farce.
by Patrick Călinescu His domed chest was rising to the rhythm of his irregular breathing (which had actually succeeded in making the altitude at which the act of breathing had put his chest relative to what was generally understood by elevation)—his hands, holding the book on the indefinite surface of the bumpy […]
Pastel
by Patrick Călinescu A spot of light showed in the sky pressing against what mere instants ago had barely been the faint contour of a feeble cloud. Through the luminous entrance to the eternally atmospherically observant world tossing beneath it, a shaft, seemingly of nothing, began its descent from the invisible regions of […]
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de Aleksandar Stoicovici cântec de leagăn și de moarte acolo sus moartea nu înseamnă mai nimic lama cuțitului se mișcă pe unghie ca pe-o bucată de săpun și nicio speranță nu trece prin zidurile de văiugă inima se chircește. se face măruntă cât o rândunea căzută în grâul roșu de toamnă
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de Marius-Iulian Stancu selecţie individuală/ de rudenie & altruism reciproc “Conduși de către cine ne stabilim noi în plăcere sau în ceea ce este diferit de ea?” (Śvetāśvatara Upaniṣad) dorințele vin și fac ritmul păcăne pe ciment înspre parc doar roiurile de muște amețitoarele cineva tot învârte la lucruri și nu se întâmplă […]
Why the Good and the Bad Are So Aporetic When Applied to the “Land of the Free”
by Patrick Călinescu Friend: … all I’m saying is… Bill Bao: … “all” you’re saying?! Friend: Yes!