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The Chronicle of A Desolate Women’s Descent Into The Abyss by Tom Meka

When our fasts and prayers failed, when incenses burned out, when our tear ducts deteriorated from use, the blood of our children lining the earth in crimson braids, our husbands’ corpses beckoning a maggot feast, when water wore the stench of death, and air waxed heavier than our feet, sandwiching us within itself, enveloping us in its smothering grasp, sapping life from our pores, we poured our faith into clay bushels and shattered them, buried our menses, and called forth a beast from the abyss, crying, “Save us! Heaven shan’t show its face! Doth hell hold any salvation yet?”

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like pretty tulips by linda m. crate

everything has been hard and heavy, as of late; in my world and the world at large— so yesterday i was drinking in small wonders like pretty tulips dancing out

What I Can Offer You by Rich Orloff

I cannot fix your pain I cannot solve your problem I can’t prevent the sorrow you’re feeling Or even guarantee I’ll make you smile However, because I’ve known Joy embracing

by Natalye Childress

*this poem is in .jpg to preserve formatting *this is the unformatted text of the poem after rainer maria rilke you, the poet, have become world weary, word-wrought. and god

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Orchards of Udders by Jon Wesick

dripped on the blanket while air rustled tamarind trees. Chekhov drank a Thai iced tea and plummeted out of this poem. A flock of circles twittered in the hacksaw bushes


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