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They open doors

to white supremacy

terrorists invited in

like it’s tea time

at the White House

while my love runs to

catch a train in New York

and has cops chase

follow

point loaded guns

at a man in service

and yell at him

to show ID

he sits between

death and life

at that moment

while resting on a bench

catching his breath

wondering why

he has to defend

running

to a loaded gun.

Dirt by Jeremy Snyder

And as the rocks melt on this soup skin,   in this pot left on simmer for a few million years,   these memories push up through the soft spots.     And

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Poetry Prompts by Pepper Cunningham

Poetry Prompts Look up fifty-five of your favorite poems and use the third letter of the fourth word in every second line to write a sestina about loss. Make sure

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