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Pig Faced Cowardice by Michael Dwyer

The blood of beasts are spilled this day,

At least I wish it were,

They’re coming armed with ignorance,

And hatred has it’s spurs.

The riders well they’re faceless,

Cowardice runs deep,

This powder keg was set in motion long ago,

Fear begins to creep.

Now we find ourselves at a precipice,

An awful timed crescendo,

I only hope we sidestep madness,

I hope they fuckin know.

You can’t parade with tantrum flails,

It’s ugly and inane,

I guess that’s where we’re heading though,

This darkness is insane.

Michael Dwyer 1/6/2021

You’re in Fucking Portland by Aimee Hope

Zombie-people posed like mannequins in waxy flexibility; holding cardboard signs on corners of once-spirited, bustling streets that vibrated with life and movement. The ghosts of people who once frequented the

The Unwelcome by Glen Mitchell

There is an unwelcome stranger living here A thief You’ve been living here a long time You’ve stolen from me My heart My youth My spirit Stolen from me The

Nothing More by Dara Kalima

after “Ms. Found in a Bottle” a short story by Edgar Allan Poe Of my country and of my family I have little to say. They have little to say

America, The Beautiful? by Douglas G. Cala

Rampant inflation chokes the life out of purse strings and auras Conglomerated mass media infiltrates our psyches with images of celebrity, fashion and click-bait news Healthcare reform is stymied by

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