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serial monogamist~ By Jessica Evans

7/30/2015

I know how
to change
a tire
in the rain

first, breathe
prop a jack
onto asphalt
coil back hair

pull up trousers
toss behind statements
necklaces to hierarchy
set to proclaim

grind heels into
shale dust from
dried river beds
inhale the moment

survey with satisfaction
the opportunity
to be roadside in summer
waiting on change

Author Bio:
Jessica Evans is the student editor of The Louisville Review, social media intern for Evening Street Press, and an active member in her local writing community. In addition to being a current MFA student at Spalding University, in Louisville, Kentucky, she is also a member of Salon, a monthly poetry group founded by the editors of Pudding Magazine. Her work has appeared in The Commonline Jounal and The Glass Coin.

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Relation~ By Joan Canby

7/29/2015

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From the Sycamore a brown leaf escapes
into Romero Creek -- I watch winter
with its skeleton trees, bark falls beside grey
water, grey as my husband’s
face on Christmas morning as he remembers
twenty years before the morning he bulldozed
a Vietcong village into a green blackened hole.

Author Bio:
I have been writing since I was in the sixth grade. Yet, it was poetry that has given me the greatest enjoyment and love. I began by red-lining important images and metaphors in poems and now I try to create them myself. Poetry has given me a voice and has been also my guide.

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Violet~ By Cody Haight

7/28/2015

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This is roses wilting
Hot air against dropping petals
As August tucks behind stucco buildings
As moisture winds its way out of cracks in sidewalks
Between desperate weeds and wildflowers
This is the satin of her favorite bra
Softer than clouds
More electric than forks in unattended sockets
As nervous knuckles clench with anticipation
This is the sour grape staining your mother's teeth
Her lips rimmed with finished glass
The smell of dead loves last argument hidden beneath her tongue
This is new bruises that speak quietly and
Eyes cast downward with missing spines
Clasped tightly in the fists of those who left their emotions
On your skin.

Author Bio:
Cody Haight was born in Wellesley, Massachusetts. She now resides in Gloucester, Massachusetts. In her free time she enjoys free writing, spending time with her family, and taking walks with her dog, Jake.

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Frost~ By Chelsi Robichaud

7/27/2015

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Frosted glasses,
Broad smiles,
Does she know?
Pretty face,
Sharp teeth,
Has she felt it?

I sink and sink
Into jet black ice
Freezing. I shake
and shake until
my vision spins.

She is not me
Yet I can hear
Her screams.
Did he hurt her, too?

Does she wake up gasping for breath,
Feeling the sweat
Roll down her body
Onto the floor
Poisoning her every step?

Does she feel
His breath on her neck?
Does she convince herself
This is love! This is love!

Or does she wait -
Nails filed,
And with those sharp teeth?
Does he shrink from her
Because now he realizes she
Is me?

Author Bio:
Chelsi is a 22-year-old English student residing in Ottawa. Her writing will appear in The Perch and Mythic Circle magazines. She is passionate about women’s issues and mental health.

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A Prophesy of Earth’s Final Hours~ By Susandale

7/23/2015

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Comes the night that swallows our feeble lights
And the moonstruck girl who sleeps under a gypsy moon
There is one day and a hundred years
Of the slow death of life
When burns a brazen sun
And howl contemptuous winds
There is a sad boy who
Stands under a broken bridge
And sells his songs
For a sixpence and a memory
There are loves’ contortions: fierce, false
Spawning along a boulevard of broken dreams
And rains, cold that sing one kind of song
The barren sands, another
There are mystic dreads pounding at the door of dark
Songs ringing with the skirling music
That transcends earth and time

At the far edges of yesterday
On the seaward side of tomorrow
Lamplights are fading
And the heavy-lidded eyes of the moon
Are closing on a fate that dares to dream

Author Bio:
Susan’s poems and fiction are on Hurricane Press, Ken *Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Feathered Flounder, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan. She has two published online chapbooks: Spaces Among Spaces by languageandculture.org and Bending the Spaces of Time by Barometric Pressure.

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After NightSnow~ By Gregg Dotoli

7/22/2015

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White snow,
Piled four fingers high,
pine branches, coated, once green
the tree a white caked couch
for the bright red cardinals
a muffled silence and chill-breeze
whisper morning peace
the red dots rearrange themselves
by nature's clock.

Author Bio:
Gregg Dotoli studied English at Seton Hall University and enjoys living in the NYC area. He is a white hat hacker, but his first love is the Arts.

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Tangled~ By Heidi Siehr

7/21/2015

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Dark is the thing that will bring you down
With cold, dark, arms and legs that wrap so tight

Around you slimy slithering darkness and you will go down
Where the light never shines
And the big one swims
Among the tangled webs

Of lies that aren’t true and truths that aren’t lies
Black weed that grows twice as large as the sun
And the light never shines

Grope, you have no power

Claw, you have no strength

Grasp, there is no higher

Exhausted, you fall farther down

And strength trickles away as you let go and let the thing bring you to where you
Always belonged

On the bottom
In the weeds alone

Tangled, exhausted, done

Author Bio:
I am a freelance writer by trade, mainly websites and marketing pieces. I consider my poetry a way to release or expose the negative feelings that lie within me and reach out to others. Most of the poetry I have written has been at times of crisis. I live with my husband and daughter in Green Bay, Wisconsin.

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Mirrored Rooms and Camouflage Yachts~ By HeartFlo

7/20/2015

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Mirrored rooms and camouflage yachts
Jaded dreams to strip club lots
Memories hide behind a life so unorthodox
Dimmed lights and smoked filled rooms
Glass ceilings and sweet perfumes
Fake smiles and high heel shoes
A dollar and a dream, a life she didn't choose

Sex sells, so go sell more
That midnight money, keeping score
A beautiful face, her life erased, deception embraced
Quick money buys a fake smile
Walking the boulevard another mile
Greed fantasizes and money hypnotizes
Beauty compromises, befriending vanity
In backrooms cocaine lies and dreams die
Thoughts reminisce how butterflies fly

Sex culture amplifies and young girls trained to epitomize
Because fantasy hides, scars which are alive
Their cries you never hear
Their stuffed in pillow cases and deception erase, any hope
Why’s are never answered so fear remains a cancer, and life spirals down the kaleidoscope

Deception welcomes hurting hearts, like mirrored rooms and camouflaged yachts
Painted skies on a cloudy equinox, all to blur the lines that seem so renaissance
Lines have crossed and paths are lost, looking for life’s answers among the frost

The deep frozen tundra and bitter winds pass, searching for solidarity through midnight mass
Vanity lies, she wears a morbid disguise. Searching for the tree of life, among the flies
Pardon the mess and focus on her lips, she feeds you distilled vinegar from painted on finger tips
A life conceived from a generation deceived, tricked to believe
Your body will achieve you, the lifestyle you cling to, just to pay the rent

But the cycle never quits and money is always split, so here you go again
Hitting your heels to the pavement
Backrooms and painted on smiles, friendly gestures and misguided worth whiles
Survival colonized from hearts desensitized and movies portray mind control glorified
Merchandised lives and recycled lullabies, a cycle of deception meant to paralyze

Mirrored rooms and camouflage yachts, like jaded dreams to strip club lots
Dimmed lights and smoked filled rooms
Glass ceilings and sweet perfumes
Fake smiles and high heel shoes, a dollar and a dream, a life consumed

Author Bio:
HeartFlo is a redeemed ex-stripper who spent years in and out of addiction, and found freedom in writing, and a spiritual renewal with her higher power, Jesus Christ. She currently performs spoken word poetry at various venues and writes.

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Sheuli~ By Swati Rawal

7/16/2015

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Sparkling grass
Morning fragrant
With Sheuli and dew
She shakes the tree
Her tears mingle
In a shower
Of Sheuli and dewdrops
With the damp earth
Like a thousand memories
Against her face
She flies
To yesterday's heart.

Author Bio:
I am a dentist by profession. I love the arts and nature. I am an avid photographer. I like to write poetry and short stories, mostly for family and friends. I was born and raised in India and then relocated to Trinidad and Tobago. Currently I live in Memphis, Tennessee with my husband, two boys, and two canine children.

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Confessions of a CrossFit Girl~ By Colleen M. Farrelly

7/15/2015

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Abs and arms coiled
like a lioness stalking her pray
I shoot a bow like Apollo,
then clean up like Aphrodite.

Full thighs defined,
sculpted with care
like Michelangelo’s David,
thighs squeezed into jeans.

Hair natural
flowing with my liquid lifts,
then set in curls
that frame high cheek bones.

Spotter.
Runner.
Woman.
And still a hater of that bathroom scale.

Author Bio:
Colleen M. Farrelly, a graduate student in Biostatistics, is a freelance writer whose work has recently appeared in Lake City Lights, The Casserole, Vine Leaves, Four and Twenty, and The Recusant. She enjoys working out and volunteering her time.

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