Scraping By by Andrew Hubbard
These little cities Were tough and strong, Pious and independent. Mostly they made parts And sub-assemblies For the motor city, Hub of car manufacturing For the world. But everything changes…
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Shades of Endymion by Chani Zwibel
Mesmerize me with hypnotic eyes, and still I know your ten thousand lies. Lovely demon, hands of ice, your crooked smile with not suffice. All leonine, I loved you once,…
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Point of No Return by Robert B. Moreland
When the piercing pain inside overshadows the fear of death, it’s easier to step into the unthinkable. Depression’s dark tendrils blind reason, serotonin depleted, amygdale’s protective fear forgotten. Impulse removes…
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A Winter Form by Dean Baltesson
A shadow consults the night lonely image rising and falling in pools of cold street light moving figure clothed in silence measuring loneliness between the warmth of windows lit by…
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Taking Leave by Robin Reynolds
Inside of here, I hold on too tightly. Fists clenched and toes curled, I white-knuckle my way through this life. I cannot wear this skin well, I don’t know how…