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“Little Gem Magnolia” by Paul Rabinowitz

Posted on January 15, 2021

I In an old cafe on Frenchmen Street in The Faubourg Marigny, a ceiling fan churns, throwing dust into the eyes of an old painting of Madame Rose Nicaud. A […]

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“Pour toi, mon amour” by Tasnia Nahla

Posted on December 12, 2020

Chaos sings, we areDisintegrating whole, drunkWith the city’s disillusionmentHalf and half and nowhere reallysick sipping stars, picking dirt off soles unmet; yet to birth new fire –mere – the thoughts […]

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“Foe” by Matthew Chamberlin

Posted on October 30, 2020

Hidden under sheets of ice invisible as dreams in glass comes smoldering behind, my foe who shoulders fire and steel aside, rides elevators high and low and sneers at all […]

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“Rural Grown” by James Croal Jackson

Posted on September 25, 2020

I always mowed the wild green hair of lawn, eyes of corn stalking me from across the street. Steering Dad’s tractor in the shapeof a nose ring in my middle of nowhere, how […]

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“Looking Out From My London Flat” by Kelsey Parrotte

Posted on August 7, 2017

It’s not smoggy like they say it is in London, at least I don’t think so, but the River Thames is filthier than I had imagined. I saw it from […]

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“It is Tuesday, November 3rd & I am Alive by Whatever Means Necessary” by Torrin Greathouse

Posted on February 8, 2016

Lightning strikes like the silhouette of the city and for a moment, the air blisters with Saint Elmo’s fire over the Arby’s sign.   The pitch black sky thunders like […]

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