Category: Impressions
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Cockroach / Carol Blaizy D’Souza
The curvy sink slopes in invitation to scurryA pale porcelain country At first surreptitiously, then the cockroach skidsWhisking between the faucet and the strainerSecure in the silky-smooth darkness of the room Just when contemplating to wedge itself betweenthe steel and the smooth place,the fluorescent light goes on … Carol Blaizy D’Souza is a poet, translator and…
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Infested with Angels / Brian Builta
Try as I might, I cannot get rid of them. Wind from passing prayers blow through their hair, lifting wings and flowing robes, the smell of cake, glitter everywhere, bare feet and backdraft, inescapable fluttering like a swarm of butterflies, a million puckering lips cheek kissing allatonce. Something so close and yet untouchable. Something too…
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4 May 2025 / Jeremy Fernando
Yesterday I watched hope disappearas my fellow countrymen went to the polls, and chose not to choose. Which is not to say that not choosing be not a choice. There though be something notjust cynical in choosing the status quo when it continueshurting so many, but when chosen by those hurting both masochistic and a surrender to hopelessness. …
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licorice trigonometry / Mark Young
The law of cosines states thatthe square of any side of a stickof licorice can be recast as an au-bergine whose rhyming structurefollows that of a pantoum or, oc-casionally presents its entirety asif it were a ballade conceived byFrançois Villon. “But where are the snows of yesteryear?” youmight ask, only to realize a lick oflicorice…
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Rat King / A. R. Tivadar
Rat king Scurries in unison across the pavement By drainage holes and fallen tickets Ripped in the middle like a dress. The bouncer takes a look at mine, Then at the tendons in my neck As rat whiskers brush my ankles. He grabs my chin and pulls. The kiss is quick enough, and He sends…
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Paper Birch / Michael L Sevy
looking out from my bedroom at the lone white birch in the front field, I notice a few suckers coming up, sprouting impetuously from the rootstock that I’ll need to cut back, the paper birch, paper because of the nature of its bark, thin, flexibrittled and layered loosely against the trunk, is bent over, this…
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Regenerative memories / Hiromi Suzuki
Opening the window wide, the cold, hollow scent of the early morning drifts in. From the attic of the apartment, an orchestra rehearsal echoes through the empty air. The playback machine of the vocal cords has worn out, the soprano voice is hoarse. Feeling the hint of rain seeping through the exterior mortar. Suddenly, a…
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Appalachia Waltz / Atreyee Majumder
The afternoon crescendo dancedon motherboard, sisterboard, un-networked.Dumps on the hard drive.Photos of parties, lovers, somersaulters.Now gone, gone now.If I had to recover my mindfrom the days of sunsets pastQuick glimpses, dead plants,burnt eggs, love letters, I would dream up a foreign computer.A foreign computer laced with my mind.In the dream, my past computerplayed the 90s…
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Refresher (fragments) / Simon Ravenscroft
Inside / on a random Wednesday in October,thinking (of you) & marking premonitions. How I stuff the air with my errors. In my mind I reverse my walks. Butterflies distort every mention of sound. Was it a false inference to take this world as real without confirmation by touch? There are new rainstorms rolling…
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