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You’re More or Less: Alan D.

By Madeline On September 11, 2016 · Add Comment
You're more / or less a punk who thinks the fact of your coffee consumption makes you
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The Bard and Her Muses: Jessica H.

By Madeline On August 26, 2016 · Add Comment
Bards appear in the most unlikely
of guises. This one is platinum blonde—
wears a hot pink jumper that I could never pull off.
Not now, anyhow.
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I Sleep With the Window Open: Max H.

By Madeline On August 22, 2016 · Add Comment
I sleep with the window open.
3 a.m. I look out, woken
by a strange hiss.
A red 50's style truck
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In the Mirrored Elevator: Mara M.

By Madeline On August 15, 2016 · 4 Comments
In the mirrored elevator
A metallic moving box
3 souls connect
As the artist merged the colors
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Oven Love: Regan H.

By Madeline On July 27, 2016 · Add Comment
He called me his oven
the appliance
in the kitchen of his life
which took the most patience
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I Can’t Believe You Gave Me Flat Seltzer: Virginia J.

By Madeline On July 18, 2016 · Add Comment
I can't believe you gave me
flat seltzer.
After everything else, after all
After all, seltzer's only job is to fizz.
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Firefly: Alun C.

By Madeline On July 12, 2016 · 1 Comment
Darkness falls,
Fireflies light the humid night,
Scintillas of sanity,
Biolumes of hope,
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Shapel Mallard: The Weight of Simple Questions

By Madeline On July 10, 2016 · Add Comment
the weight of simple questions
or the dark star
gravity of tiny hands
is enough to
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The Route: James H.

By Madeline On July 6, 2016 · Add Comment
The Route hello --
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My Lips To Your Ear: Marit D.

By Madeline On July 2, 2016 · Add Comment
She stopped me one
day on the subway
and asked me to
write a poem
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