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Land of the Free, Home of the Brave, Suitcases of Scents

Land of the Free, Home of the Brave, Suitcases of Scents

Clothes in the United States Have a Different Smell
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Carlos Garbiras
Taraxacum Fields in the Summer

Taraxacum Fields in the Summer

A poem
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Natalie Gasper
Whose Dream Are You Living?

Whose Dream Are You Living?

You’re already wondering…
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Louise Foerster
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One Million and Then 20,000

One Million and Then 20,000

Time for a party?
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Thomas Gaudex
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Fractured Hypotenuse

Fractured Hypotenuse

Free verse poetry
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Connie Song
In the Eons of All Those Forgotten Yesterdays

In the Eons of All Those Forgotten Yesterdays

A narrative poem about an apocalypse
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Bradley J Nordell
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Fireside Interviews — Sofia Isabel Kavlin

Fireside Interviews — Sofia Isabel Kavlin

The Fireside Interviews are back, and it’s a great pleasure for me to introduce you today to a beautiful writer and talented essayist…
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Thomas Gaudex
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Through Your Eyes

Through Your Eyes

A poem
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Masha Zubareva
She Shines for Us

She Shines for Us

She shines for us.  That exquisite orb of stone. Gauged and battered she shines. At times showing only a part of her, a sliver, a quarter…
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Paulette Tomasson
I Am Here

I Am Here

The imperative message of bird song
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Deborah Barchi
Macondo

Macondo

Aracataca, Columbia
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Maria Nazos
Tattoo Poem

Tattoo Poem

Sometimes, to truly appreciate the fact that you’re still alive, you have to wake up pressed next to a sweaty, snoring heap  of a man who…
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Maria Nazos
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