The handy-man told us the idea of black holes just creeps him out, and my mother, standing by the basement door with one hand on her upper lip, said, "Oh, I don't like black holes - they make me nervous."

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Andrea Dulberger

17

a single bed apartment hovel
books to the ceiling
and barking dogs behind fences

the sorrow is in between

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Aaron Talbot

oriole
in the aloe
flowers
picking and
chirpit-ing

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Nina Buck

snow on snow…
notes of cherry song in spring

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Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

older joggers
in an urban landscape
wary of traffic

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T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham

bruise blue sky
stoplights lift and swing
front moves in

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T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham - Haiku

Fireflies instead of stars

The porch could tell there were three of us. No one stood or sat very long. No one rocked. The moon lit her eyes when she bent over the rail. We were out of cups. She made up the sofa. He whistled at the dog licking the tailgate. The flashlight lay between us, black without the white of a current event.

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Parker Tettleton
August Light

010110

Pineapple express
All day licks coast range doug fir.
Yellow labs double date.

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Tom Chapman
SV TATOOSH

Summer evening

We searched the curve of night
for shooting stars and satellites
until the biggest of them all
hung low and golden in the west

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Nerissa Rowan

Torrential downpours flooded the fence with clouds of full-blown roses, where yesterday only tightly furled buds huddled for safety.

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Danni Gaylord

Something silver flashed
below the surface and troubled the waters until we brought it out
to thrash inside the boat.

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davidbdale
davidbdale

aching river hemorrhages
through the new dam
spring in Arkansas

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Jessica Otto
Visiting Another City

coffee filters
from my late mother's kitchen
used them all at last

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T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham

spring breeze
cuckoo comes closer
poco a poco

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Kaspalita Thompson

A Catch

In the booze aisle -
The aged walrus man
Trawls the floor with the hook of his walking stick
And lands a shopping basket of vodka bottles

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Dawn Evans

Daydown Drive

I saw a baby
on a rope swing
tied to a low
hanging bough.
Giggles in the air
over graves
and the sun.

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Matt Spence
Matt's Potential Poetry

She hasn't cried since he left her peeling onions.

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Monica Karbovszky
BeePod

I drink the silence
of the crescent moon
in a river of words

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Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Turn in your sleep.
Smell of woodsmoke and earth.

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Joseph Harker

Fresh sterile sheets
Antiseptics, IV fluids, PAIN
An open window
Birds soaring high
Hope of freedom

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Lubna Kably
The Writer's Cyberslate

After I drink, I shower

I want to tell myself I’m beautiful. I want to know I don’t need this shit. At least I think I do not need the things that can’t keep me alive or dead just as predictable as a shadow, stock market, moon.

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Parker Tettleton
August Light

blue mama dog
nosing around in
a coconut husk

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Nina Buck

Oldenburg’s Giant Hamburger

I said no gherkins.
They gave me three green pickles.
I got no gherkins.

Not ‘jalapeeno’.
It’s pronounced halapeenno.
Say hah-lah-PEHN-yo.

These medium fries
Are meant to be supersized.
The usual lies.

Ketchup on my shirt.
Hot greasy joy in my heart.
Mustard on my coat.

My taut heart is sore
For the hot Chicken Fillets.
They serve them no more.

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Joe Dresner

(the hamburger image)

Windsurf

Hand held wind
Splash lapping
Stand, wind across your ears

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Jon Forceton

the family argument ends with a smack
from grandma's hand on the kitchen table

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Stacey Wilson
mother sparrow poetry

Sap drips
bucket waits
thirsty metal
fills

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Amy Lesser
The Happy Peasant

A winter night-
two men slash at each other
with brilliant knives

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Jack Galmitz

Icy winds blowing strings of frozen rain
draped ancient wedding gowns
dazzling white upon a crooked fence

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James Piatt

Disillusionment

A flicker of movement
in my periphery; a bird?

Just an empty chip packet,
caught like me in this bitter wind.

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Gareth Trew
C'est tellement mystérieux, le pays des larmes!

My pinions have been clipped,
cage me, keep me, beat me.
But love me.
Oh God, please love me.

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Sara DeLaVergne