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be gentle by Liv Chalmers

don’t let him bend the spine of your book you deserve preservation. no folded corners, your pages are fragile; you do not deserve to be read in indignation. This poem features in the collector's edition of Liv's debut poetry collection 'serendipity'. Check out Liv's website for all the details of how to purchase her collections:… Continue reading be gentle by Liv Chalmers

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beachside caravan park by Beth Phillips

ocean dances like the dirt bike on ridgacre road, lustful and longing and silent at noon.   ocean pulls at my feet, collecting heavy steps and heartbreak for children to play with.   ocean watches parents argue over where the wind catcher should go, whose turn is it to collect change, who will end up… Continue reading beachside caravan park by Beth Phillips

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You Forgot Who You Were When Our Table Lost a Chair by Summer Young

We sat at the table with clean plates the lamp flickered as though    mourning Benjamin Franklin or taking the time to praise him    and house mouse was not afraid to run across your patent shoes   neither of you sure why both are here   On Christmas day I gifted you  with a… Continue reading You Forgot Who You Were When Our Table Lost a Chair by Summer Young

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The Handprints Inside Us by Afrah Bari

Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us.  From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion. We seek to not only affect them, but also their validation. We feel incomplete having not told them.… Continue reading The Handprints Inside Us by Afrah Bari

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Life by Sultan Sajid

Leaves falling from the tree Following in the footsteps of unknown Crumbling up into memories Of the unseen People walking by Towards money and fame Not being able to see What they step on What they spend on Crumbling the leaves Memories of seeds Break into pieces Stepping on hearts Of the people that are… Continue reading Life by Sultan Sajid

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Offer by Juan Bautista Correa

I don't have much to offer, only two restless eyes, all the music I’ve heard and a great hunger for life and understanding.   I can't give you more because I don’t have it. I haven't earned  the right to have it.   I must admit, I don't like when I’m wrong, I hate the… Continue reading Offer by Juan Bautista Correa

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Cure! You Menace by Mohid Bin Abid

In captivity of the cure, He laid dormant for days, Splendid was he on his feet, He tries to paint upon his greys, His spirits have him far from the edge, He carved another line on the wall, Waiting to break free but, Patience and Temptation, it was a brawl! Cling! Cling! Cling! And he… Continue reading Cure! You Menace by Mohid Bin Abid