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The Silent Era
Rick Doyle There was a time when Max was silent as a moon,as a satellite in transit behind the lunar pebble,as a man whose mouth is shoveled full of earth. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t speakin public — oh, no! He couldn’t whispersweet nothings, couldn’t utter a prayer,couldn’t even tell a knock-knock joke.And this Continue reading
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The Spark
R.M. Carlson a heart breaks again,and another,and another… each time, each teareach betrayaldevastationthe thread of lovefollowsthe sharp needle: binding, mending, strengtheninglove awakening, eyes openingto the collective consciousness love abides in alla light to shinethe spark must be struckby the needle: binding, mending, strengtheningweaving all togetheras one stronger togetherone love, one lightdarkness is onlywhere lighthas not Continue reading
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All the Naked Emperors
Patricia J McLean If we put them end to end all the naked menall the naked emperors from the firstin earth’s history to the lastthey would circle the globe.A million moons shining up at the skytheir mouths full of dirttheir penises sticking into the soft earthand their anuses would be singingreaching for a high notedescribing Continue reading
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Inauguration
Bartholomew Barker The Emperor strode across the stage, declaringhe’d woven his suit and robes from the purest goldand they were the classiest, comfortablest clotheshe or anyone had ever worn. Social media saluted, his cultists cheered,grateful reporters transcribed every word,and very serious pundits on television debatedboth sides of his glory. But the poets and children pointed Continue reading
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when asked for help writing a satire
Matthew E. Henry she said it was due in a few hours. so I closed my laptop,stopped grading, and did my colleague’s job. taught herthe classic definitions and offered some examples. butshe was too Black to watch SNL and too young to rememberIn Living Color. so I re-opened my laptop and showed hera Key & Continue reading
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Maverick
Adam G. House The emperor has no clothes,throwing rocks from his glass house,atop his ivory towers,watching each quiet church mouse. Oppressing the subjects with his greedy dictates—self-serving proclamations for power.Thieving sleight of hand from behind his holy veil:sanctimonious stench, sheep-skinned wolf, thorny fading flower. The royal lighthouse goes dim,but the patriarch says it’s getting brighter.The Continue reading
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Everyone Loses in this Monopoly Game
Merril D. Smith The first square is empty, walkon the beach, envision a city,build it, they will come, ferry to railroad, Philadelphia day-trippers,vacationers, escapers, walk the Boardwalk,it’s the place to be seen— women in diamonds and furs—turn a corner, jumpa square, find the bootleggers and bookies,make a deal,over there, a new hotel. On another square, Continue reading
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Vanishing Into…
Kate Bremer Luminous darkness between rooster callsLooking into pupil-less goateyes, connecting with her nose, the quiver,the crevice, the device, crevasse, the divine,Divide. Birdsong. The pottery next door–Cracked and kilned and built. StopAnd hear the aftermath of death–Crater of belonging–clotheslines full,Toys hidden, casinos buzzing. Far awayDonkey speaks, not one of ours.Forest Service mules have been fired;Some Continue reading
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Hope
Rachel Armes-McLaughlin Days like todayit feels like all’s about to end. The earthquakes with thousands lost.The floods, never seen before.The fires consume forest and home. Democracy gone. Then nights like tonight, there’s hope restored: Cory Booker on the senate floor,making history. A record broke.Wisconsin, fighting back against purchased votes. Blue Violets at the park,and news Continue reading
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My Body, Your Choice
Skylar Clark Written November 8, 2024 at 1:00am—an hour after the election results. I always dreamed of having children. Two boys. Two girls.That dream, that vision, it’s been with me as long as I can remember.A life of love & chaos, laughter echoing through the halls of a big house on open land. Dogs running wild, playing with the kids.Their Continue reading
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