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Flood
Erica Johnson It wasn’t until I noticed the dog walkers returningfrom the singular trail ahead of methat I discovered there might be trouble at the turn –a flooded path blocking any progress forward. Cautious, I paused my walktaking a seat upon a rock half-warmedby the weakened winter sun whichhad itself been washed out for several… Continue reading
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Holiday Pricing for Record of Dissent: $4.99
Happy holidays, friends. As a little end-of-year thank you, we have dropped the price of Record of Dissent: Poems of Protest in an Authoritarian Age on Amazon to $4.99 for the entire month of December. That is the absolute minimum price Amazon will allow us to sell the book for, which means this is truly… Continue reading
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Lioness Books: Rolling Through Austin with Stories That Matter
This morning I swung by my go-to coffee spot, Red Horn Coffee, for a hot Americano and some free Wi-Fi to knock out a little writing. Parked out front was a sleek black trailer with Lioness Books painted on the side. And because I’ve never been able to pass up an indie bookstore, whether it’s on wheels… Continue reading
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Get Your Copy: “Record of Dissent” Is Now Available in Paperback
After months of reading, curating, editing, and wrangling files into formats they did not want to be in, I’m proud to say that Record of Dissent: Poems of Protest in an Authoritarian Age is now available in print. You can order a copy online through IngramSpark, Bookshop.org, Barnes & Noble, BookPeople, Alibris, or ask your local indie bookseller to… Continue reading
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Emerging from the Penumbra
Merril D. Smith In scant light, slant light, shadows strollabove the bones unseen,remains of scattered, shattered lives,Glory, Hallelujah, we used to sing. Was this then, or is this now?The truth is marching on–torn, twisted, and trampledin scant, slant light as shadows stroll, as masked men menace, muscled maraudersfrom obscurity troll in the scant, slant light… Continue reading
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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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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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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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Irish Hermitage Dream
Eileen ‘ike’ West An invisible menace threatens.I might blame the economy,I could say it’s people’s indifference,But it’s not.It is fear of the unknown, for sure.An unlikely unknown;As if lately, we’re overshadowed by ghosts,Phantoms from some dank corner of the collective mind. Where once the group psyche held a semblance ofPeace and grace,Darkness chokes out the… Continue reading
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How to Dodge Bombs
Patricia J McLean I think it could be a night like that night in Augustjust before Utopia got a new wall to replace the brokenfalling down, rotten wood wall Or before the night like that night, or another sort of night altogetherwhen the broccoli dies of neglect, tomatoes are so heavy vines breakthe garden is… Continue reading
The Chaos Section Poetry Project 