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13 July 2013

A Moment Too Late by Josephine Ranes

He decides his life is overTonight will be the night.Everything will suddenly end... Especially this big fight.He decides to use a weaponToday will be a gun.He left a note for ...

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12 July 2013

The Three by Jospehine Ranes

Three stone statues are before me.Beautiful in design, each his own representation.The first one, I love his mind, so I touch his face.I run my hand across what would be ...

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11 July 2013

The Beautiful Mistake by Josephine Ranes

Made into a humanBy the clumsy hands of fate.Cast out, like a demon By the searing vows of hate.Never one to take a gambleShe always rolls the dice. Some say she ...

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10 July 2013

The Frog Princess by Fanni Suto

We all know one member from the royal family of frogs, crown prince of the House Amphibian because of his adventures on the surface and his miraculous transformation into a ...

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9 July 2013

The Woman by Kanchan Bhattacharya
Quintessentially like a chimera Of magic hues, of demoniac visions Lie the thoughts inside; from her womb Flows failed blood of creation yet again Seeking relief, rejoicing to create all A new chance, the Kali ...

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8 July 2013

Stone Circle by Sue Birch

I touched the stone and an ache in my bones, A strange insistent longing, raced through my being. I knelt and waited. I sensed time without ending. I did not smell the spray of ...

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7 July 2013

The March by Anita Parmar

“They use us to erase their mistakes. They blow away our deadened remains. They throw in a case with no respect; March I say, don’t let them rub us to death!”   The pencils couldn’t ...

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6 July 2013

Being Grateful by Anita Parmar

You’re my fear, I realised as if a star had burst alive before me and dispelled the confusion casing my days.   The vague question of why I would want you or need you in ...

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5 July 2013

Being Ill by Anita Parmar

Some people can be so rudeWhen you don't speak to them."Which one...Dry or chesty?"I place a full palm on my chestTo which he gives a blank lookSo I roll my ...

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4 July 2013

Being Hurt by Anita Parmar

Excitements emaciated,down to emergency use only.After each bad dreamI restart in safety mode. There's no longer a distinctionBetween being lonely and being alone;flicking through an empty contacts bookUsing all the functions ...

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3 July 2013

Heritage by Anita Parmar

I was a bulb that took root. I could feel them nibble and feedas my limbs extended,so I lifted myself into a new spacewhere the weather beat and blew my stems.I ...

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2 July 2013

How To Leave and Sharing a Quilt by Anita Parmar

How To Leave   Electric-wired henges holding demons self-confessed,And each awake and speaking ready for its lightening death.   Sharing a Quilt A space, here, feels your absence; would let me make a hundred mistakes with you ...

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1 July 2013

En Camp by Anita Parmar

Some eyes are so awkward when they meet, Surprised atdipping pupils forging elevated smiles, somehow unlocking unguarded regard.A perfect haze reforms a cloud to rest your weakened knees.Untwisted spines from ...

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30 June 2013

School Days by Anita Parmar

She sat on her bed, her collar and cuffs drenched in salty, warm tears. Facing the shrine, she begged God over and over again to kill her and send her to hell because that was all she ...

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29 June 2013

Being Afloat by Anita Parmar
Not knowing is harder to build onthan people expect.Sowing seedsbecause you're expected to carry onhas no logic.Lucidity is grounded in the knowledge of what will come. For now, it's floating and spinningclinging ...

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28 June 2013

Being at the bus stop by Anita Parmar

I taste a fresh drop of rainThe rest of me under a hoodThe queue at the station is usualThe shivering women in wet shoes A third of the way to my ...

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27 June 2013

Just Seeing by Anita Parmar
Fingernails bitten to the base, tapping [a] keypad slowly pacedSending a text to say: "you're wrong"High rise buildings fly by the train.Lights were muffled by the condensation Flickering through where drops ...

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26 June 2013

Willpower by Anita Parmar

If I concentrate hard enoughCan I will my heart beat to stop?Or should I stand in the rain longerSo I'll lose a fight to an unexplained cough.Pneumonia in the throat, ...

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25 June 2013

Being Poetic by Anita Parmar

Delicate forms. Written just so. Poetry done.Limited words. Veins of a leaf Flit on her face.Jupiter's sky, open and blue.Savagery run. Hues of his eyes, reds of his palmsHolding disgrace. ...

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24 June 2013

The Best Poem by Stephen Dick
The best poem is not Of paper nor is it of pen It is of body and mind That is now from then When you flirt your words Into eyes of men And to be sugar You ...

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24 June 2013

Reverence by Stephen Dick
From an infant’s smile   To a shape of sin   From diva birds   To the woods they sing   From the ooh of love   To the aah it brings   A trading of vows   With forever’s rings   Beauty has made my ...

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24 June 2013

Memories by Regina Puckett
Memories are often disguised and veiled As snatches of feelings and thoughts inhaled But with each and every telling and repeating These collected truths take a gallant beating They become our unique and jeweled ...

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24 June 2013

Secrets by Rosalie Wain
The cold of winter’s bone lingers silver in the crook of your ear. She crystallises windpipes and creeps into breathless lungs. Dusk skies drip violet as she spins a cobweb of frost through a rattled ribcage. Leaving ...

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24 June 2013

Silence by Rosalie Wain
Yawning silent mornings into patchwork quilts. Sleep still tugging at soft eyelashes and at the corners of pastel smiles.   Coffee aromas from forgotten cups kept warm by sincere rays flooding through the breeze-kissed windows panes.   It all exists here— in ...