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Malvina, by Christa Loughrey

22/9/2023

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Arrived a little late, but I felt this deserved immediate publication. I can't ever recall any previous submission by one of our authors about another – Editor.
From the kaleidoscope of hidden tragedies-
Personal losses unseen, unshared, unknown-
She pulls the threads, and spins them into stories.

Drops of blood flow out from mind to pen,
Stained by the gamut of human emotions;
She gathers them up, shares them with the world.

Her careful capture of the human cost
Shatters our complacence; piercing shards
Shred through our blinkers, demand that we should see.

I skim the latest Friday submissions,
And sigh with relief to see her name is there.
She is still alive. Still serving her people

As best she can.

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That Kind of Woman, by Mimi Grouse

22/9/2023

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(Photo: (Great Karoo, Cape Province, South Africa, 1983 – by the author)
There is a road in the hinterland,
Running straight, like a grey riband,
Where I lost my soul one day, at noon,
By the hands of a wicked man.
'No-one can hear you scream,' he sneered,
'And none will believe what you say.
What kind of woman hitches a ride
In a place where the caracal prey?'
The heat arose from the swelt'ring tar
And shone like a stream in the sun
While around me stretched scorched wilderness
And I knew there was nowhere to run.
So I poked him with my Bowie knife -
His shrieks scratched the sky as he fell -
And, as night moved in with its scavengers,
I strode down that road through Hell.
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Selina’s Whip, by Sterling Warner

22/9/2023

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Quixotic dreams disturb restful slumber
I cling to Michelle Pfeiffer’s ebon jersey
as we tumble into mustard green fields.

Rolling in trampled stalks, her murmurs
transform from playful purrs to caterwauls
and hisses, feline meows to full red lip kisses.

Both our bodies liquefy like Dali’s melting clocks,
leaving me in delirium ecstasy unable to grasp
my consort clad in a Batman Returns t-shirt.

The DC dreamtime favorite endlessly morphs
sporting multiple lives, teasing mutual curiosity
as she pours her body into Selina Kyle's catsuit.

Mesmerized, I’m hooked and imagine sensuous claws
itching my back, stimulating nerves like a cat-o’-nine-tails
gratifying signals to an emotionally starved brain. 
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Little Miss High Heels, by Ana Marie Dollano

22/9/2023

1 Comment

 
She walked with style and grace in haste
first time in heels, the streets she graced,
pulled-up her chin fretting to not stumble,
even when her ankles begin to grumble.
Though griping she reached her destination, dazed. 
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Twmpath Castle, Rhiwbina, by Guy Fletcher

22/9/2023

1 Comment

 
High up on the hills above Cardiff
lies an unprepossessing mound.
It is hard to imagine this
was once an 11th century castle
transforming into a medieval fort
so I stroll by a place of mystery
in the very footsteps of history.

The only living creatures there today
are butterflies, insects and birds,
too many brambles to reach the summit
as branches hiss as if the spirits
of long departed soldiers and more recent souls
who have climbed up this verdant hill before
but now do not walk the earth anymore.
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Abandoned and Forgotten, by Ivan Ristic

22/9/2023

1 Comment

 
All those comic books
left behind in grandma's attic
and photo albums
sprinkled with heavy dust...
Open them
and you will find yourself
again in the old toy box
which is called Nostalgia.

But you are
so much younger now,
abandoned,
helpless,
broken,
forgotten,
with the bitter taste
in your mouth.
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St. John's Gardens, by Guy Fletcher

15/9/2023

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She retreats to St. John's Gardens,
an oasis in the heart of Cardiff,
finches twitter and scavenge
along with the ubiquitous seagulls.
Ancient St. John's Church
peers from behind verdant trees
and on this quiet September Monday morning
only an old fellow resides on a bench
perhaps lost in days gone by
as rainbow flowers gently wave
from picturesque flower beds.
She also sinks into the pages of the past
sitting here with a lover long before
who's vanished from her life...for evermore.

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Awakening, by Ivan Ristic

15/9/2023

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Wake me up
and take me outside
to gaze at the sunset,
to walk on the nylon leaves,
asphalt grass
and broken glass.

Inject into my brain a lethal dose
of digital detox
to clear my mind,
before I go back to sleep,
before I start counting electric sheep.
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September 12th, 2023

12/9/2023

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Rainbow over Helvellyn, by Guy Fletcher

8/9/2023

2 Comments

 
Trudge, trudge, trudge:
every mile seems like a thousand
on the indifferent mountain.
I long for a hot cup of tea,
the rain like a waterfall
soaking me through into my very soul
for this is torture not a gentle stroll

and I fear falling from a precarious path
sensing the ghosts of those who've perished here
but suddenly the rain ceases
and then appears a stupendous sight:
the sun paints gold onto Striding Edge
as dark clouds break apart like sea ice
and a rainbow forms...as if paradise.

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Dead Poet Without Society, by Mimi Grouse

8/9/2023

2 Comments

 
They found the poet's bones
Long after he'd stopped writing.
He died at home, alone,
Beside his notebooks
Full of lines
Like the scars across his skull
Later deciphered as a curse
From humankind.

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The 1832 Rebellion in Paris, by John O’Keefe

8/9/2023

1 Comment

 
Better known as Les Miserables.

Not much happened today,
the golden boys of wage slavers
rose up against their entrenched elders,
wanted their cut of the unfair cut earlier.

Alas, one of us was among the fallen:
Gavroche, urchin of the back streets,
slated to be our future leader.

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Shelter, by Robert P. Bishop

1/9/2023

3 Comments

 
Dark sky pressing down
wind-whipped rain lashing windows
warm fire, glass of wine
comfortable chair, good book.
Death can wait. I’m not ready.

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I Sing the Body Electric Surveillance, by Cheryl Dahlstrand

1/9/2023

2 Comments

 
The official government website read:

AI preschool for the first five years of life or easy installation by chip

Your choice!

Prefrontal Cortex shaping via repeated and sustained internet exposure

Vocabulary acquisition, social skill development, problem solving

Response to guided stimuli in adolescence: established prompts already in place

Incorporation via neural network: I am my mother and father

Dendritic pathway synchrony for groups like “families”

Our bioelectric selves: all physical functions generated by designative electrochemical signals
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Regeneration

Comprehension

Participation

Conformity

No more health issues! No more school! No more antisocial behaviors!

Absolutely free!

Who would ever oppose this lifetime opportunity?
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    Poetry

    This is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most.

    Poems submitted should be
    no longer than 160 words
    and contain
    no more than 16 lines.

    100 words remains the approximate target.

    Please submit using the Poetry Submissions Page.


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