“Room of Greenery” By Victoria Reiniger

In the room, at the building that housed numerous melodies and various sets of floating notes, at the far end of the hall, there was te stuck in the air, suspended in the tension. It had been a crack in the unsteady melody, the one to make the building’s flow of crippling sounds collapse and …

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“Spindle of Anchors” By Erica Schaef

Something about the roots of a thing enigmatic perplexity deeply penetrating or inexplicably shallow always intertwining, always seeking inclusion, always taking more (aching to be left alone) bulbous and obscene, they choke out the others in gluttonous absolution or else shrivel and yield to dirt nothing in between I could press them to my lips, …

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“The Scientist” By Charlotte Burnett

There is no such thing as psychics…or mediums…or the afterlife and nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise. I am the authority on this subject, for I am a scientist, and you are not…you are nothing…you couldn’t even keep your husband around for the kid, so what do you know? Sorry…sorry…that was a …

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“Panic!” By Bethany Richmond

Illusions illuminating ill-begotten ignorance, irrevocably impeding impressions in...in...inhale, intake, internal inhibitors illustrating ignorance, ignore it, I…I…I…inhale, irrevocably inconsolable, incoherent incapacitated incapable... increasing, immediately instantly inescapable, inward...inward...inner innermost... inhale...inhale... incapacitatingly intensifying... individually idealized immunological imagined impairment, improving... inhaling... inductively identifying insurmountable internalized Incurability, ...inhale...i...inhale... irrational... Bethany Richmond is an indigenous poet with publications in The Show …

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“the tarnish beneath the gold” By Sam Kaspar

The table was the size of a majestic west-coast hardwood trunk, and for £110,000 it was all the more intriguing, what powerful consequential people must have dined at such a massive table historically, or now if some wealthy person bought it as a trophy for a near-vacant mansion. It was my first and only time …

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“Topless woman steals baby Jesus from Vatican nativity scene” By Timothy Pilgrim

(with a nod to Euronews.com) Carried carved infant to a boat, nninnillfloated down the Tiber, him safe mmmmmmmmin valley between her breasts. mmmmmmmmmmmShouted her maiden name was Dante, at Christmas missed mmmmmmmmmmmnine levels of hell, also Les Baux. nninnillSaid she alone dared save mmmmmmmmthe savior. The pope viewed surveillance video many times, decreed Jesus could …

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