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And the Beat Goes On...
By Kenneth Foster, Jr. The harmonies of lifeechoed downhallways of decaydancing off deadened barsand steel and wicked wallsthat wail withwisdom of death ritualsthat ones recite on callcoz souls get...
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Hear No Evil
By Stavroula Harissis If a bomb(that my tax dollars paid for)falls in Afghanistanbut I'm too far away to hear itDoes it still make a sound?Who absorbsthe screams ofinnocent childrenbereaved mothersand...
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Salt Lake Crucifixion Blues
By Jared Paul Once, I took a train from Chicago to Salt Lake Citywest of the plains, into the mountainsand from the Great Divide onward there were phone cablessuspended from wooden crosses the whole...
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[Free] Love
By Rob Will LOVEThis system hates LoveThey’d ban Love if they couldMake a rule against itbar Love from entering the prisonPut it on the list of contrabandnext to weapons and drugsBut they can’t because...
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By Thantaza Silolo Sebabutsene bakaNgwane Masuku bafuna lokungekwabo.Ngibona imijeka leluhlata nalebovu yetinhlangano teSwatini.Bonkhe batsi sesikhulumile sekwenele sesifuna lokungekwetfu.Batsi...
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Untitled #19
By C.S. Becerril still asleep under a blanket of dew;awaking ever so radiant and new.her lushness revealed as dawn to light gives way;she seems to blush when to her a compliment I pay --a rosebud here,...
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Rising
By Eve Ensler Written in Kerala for the women of India who lead the wayThis could have been anywhereAnd wasMexico CityManilaMumbaiManhattanNighttime menwaitinglike wolvesDroolingfor preybehindthat...
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rich/poor
By Mike Linaweaver there are thosethat have made their waypoorawash in thismadnessof thingsandmurderandthere are thosethat have climbedthe mountainson their backswithout askingwithout a thought andthey...
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Edification For Some
By Noah BrownYou start at just three.Thrown in with twenty others.To be taught how to speak and breathe for a year.Then you leave this comfortTo be put in a classroom ruled by the teacher.For the...
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A child said, What is the grass?
By Walt WhitmanA child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands;How could I answer the child? ... I do not know what itis any more than he.I guess it must be the flag of my...
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At Death's Door
By Lawrence Ghana HayesSounds of tormentFrom planks of woodBonded to seat one.Polished lumberStained with countless soulsMerged togetherForever. Arms made from treesWith straps for leavesNever having...
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The Worker's Maypole
By Walter CraneWorld Workers, whatever may bind ye, This day let your work be undone:Cast the clouds of the winter behind ye, And come forth and be glad in the sun.Now again while the green...
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Exit Interview
By Renee CollinsThese are the things I know:The pain of feeling too damaged to serve as anything but comic relief.The fear one’s life will slowly erode into something so small, it will suffocate.After...
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An Edict For Solicitous Existence
By Noah Samuel BrownSurrounded by boorishly uncultured foolsWho, unlike us, are archaic by their very nature.More advanced in intellect than them are weYet reduced to wage slavery we remainWhile they...
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School Days
By Richard Wallace AKA EPIC BlackReside in a void space and considered a lost race, is what you lead me to believe. In your class I pass as I learn your history and deny my misery. My misery consist of...
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Your Fourth of July
By Trish Kahle what to the refugee is your fourth of july?except a promise in cascades of red fire that bullets are made from more than steel and gun shots can ring across hemisphereswhat to the...
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If My Vagina Was a Gun
By Katie Heim If my vagina was a gun, you would stand for its rights, You would ride on buses and fight all the fights. If my vagina was a gun, you would treat it with care, You wouldn’t spill all its...
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We've Charted the Flaming Arch
By Peter Rugh we've charted the flaming archof nitroglycerine starsdreams that explode against realityseen dragons emerge from clouds of tear gasand men in shades of midnight run awaythe Street muscle...
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Privilege
By Caro Gonzales Kuehner Hebert "Often in my lectures when I use the phrase “imperialist white-supremacist capitalist patriarchy” to describe our nation’s political system, audiences laugh. No one has...
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Doubletake
By Seamus Heaney Seamus Heaney's last words before he passed away last week were "don't be afraid." They were said to his wife, but he may as well have been speaking to all of us. He was a poet who...
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