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Upgrades | Stan Morrison

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a tattoo, I would say, is definitely not for you
especially those with permanent/fading blue
and with terrible graphics and artistry too
ditto for surgery to enhance your looks
after leafing through before/after books
photoshopped/enhanced by medical crooks
you’re not destined to look/act very smart
no advantage for a horse before a cart
vanity/deceit do not come from the heart
no great shakes for trying/buying new threads
just do something smart/authentic instead
turn off your internet and stay in bed

Irony of Rains… | TheAPwrites

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While the half is drown,
And half dry is frown,
Half facing a scarcity,
Half suffering from availability,
Half is waiting impatiently,
Half is out due to plenty,
On half it’s flood,
On half it’s dead bloods,
Somewhere hope to dry,
Somewhere tears dry,
Some are tensed to low,
Some are waiting for flow,
Why is it so, don’t know,
Answer we all know.

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Aerial Photograph: California Desert Sands | T. F. Rice

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From the sky
evaporation ponds
dissolve into
prehistory
cave painting on
desert landscape
blues and whites
sewn-together shapes
so strange
against the orange and greys
of this artistry
this topography
lead-grey roads
curve round pond
panes of stained glass
clear and exact
nearby mesa rises
like a staircase
only from high
can man be seen
an editor
he is always
erasing and
redrawing
the art
already here

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The Evil-Witted | Krushna Chandra Mishra

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This harmony and unity
In this co-existence in peace
Is what leaves you troubled
And to end this calm and joy
In dubious devilish ways
You want to divide us all
Into armies to fight your battles
With our heads and our blood
In ignorance into which to wit
You have pushed us for ages
Knowing the colour you desire
For power dons and changes
Only one colour is capable of taking
All in its sweep and shade and
The poor and dull and fighting fools
That you are sure shall never
Gain the good fortune to read in the
Schools you have built for us with dreams
Of gold that we are taught to hold making
Our future all gold and shining
As the dead metal in a dreaded way does.

Love and the Speed of Light Squared | Ralph Monday

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In trying to find a relationship between love, energy,
mass, and the speed of light squared,
the discovery was made that love is the inverse
property of money, nature, particular seasons.
All an illuminati conspiracy.
Light can never be shed on these
as they are always bouncing through
the dark,
like pool balls on sheets of muddy ice.
—
Ralph Monday has had over 200 poems published in literary journals and online literary sites. A chapbook, All American Girls and Other Poems was recently published, and a book Lost Houses and American Renditions is forthcoming from Hen House Press.

The Ink | Mónika Tóth

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The ink flows
I write for you and
I confess
The truth is
We meet

Two beautiful hearts
Two beautiful souls
Together we compose
The best of poems

Cycling | T. F. Rice

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old photograph
square with rounded edges
my mother and her mother
walk a pastel beach
small frothy waves
just reach the sand
her belly swells
with my looming presence
in hand a paper cup with straw
from some long gone eatery
I notice how she stands
her mother the same way
interchangeable sandy feet,
thin tan legs, soft upper arms
she is gesturing
impatiently
for the camera man
her jet black hair
shoulder length
with straight cut bangs,
a bright red scarf
shielding from the sun
brown paper shopping bag
in hand, contents unknown
dark shapes of sunglasses
worn in those days
cover half their faces
but I spot their
tiny identical smiles
her mother’s sundress
spotted green, like an
alligator print,
a seventies drapery design
at the center of the photo
a single wave crests
far out to sea,
cycling,
as are we

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