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Read More »Duty
by Shamik Banerjee
And weeps the river when the parting year
Deprives him of the sunbeams’ waltzing flame;
And tears the father as the time draws near
When his dear girl will take another name;
Read More »Quote of the Week, #13
And I say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.
– Mahmoud Darwish
The Amazine Poetry Reading: Megan Wildhood
We proudly present the second amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Megan Wildhood reads her poem Self-Acceptance, published on The Amazine in September, 2023.
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3 prose poems
by D A Angelo
“Sometimes we need to burst the balloon”, a visiting seagull reminded the walrus, “and wade into new waters.”Read More »
What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
by Sandy Ruiz
Confine yourself to a label and you will check the boxRead More »
but there is more than one path, more than one choice
to live your life.
Choose one and another, limitless
Inner thoughts and creativity of our mind are boundless
by Ruqia Ali
Unbounded thoughts like birds in the sky,
Flowing waters that never run dry.
Silent reserve, where introversion dwells,
Crafting tunes, like soft chimes and bells.
Read More »Schroon Lake
by Bill Foley
Dale stood frozen in the parking lot of the Essex Nursing Home like a decorative plant. Where am I? He felt the strong grip of a hand on his elbow leading him back inside.
“Come on, Mr. Malone. It’s time for Bingo in the recreation room,” the attendant said.
Dale tried to resist but the man holding his arm would not be deterred.
“I want to go home. I have to feed my dog, Teddy.”
“This is your home Mr. Malone. You don’t have a dog.”
“No one’s home. I gotta feed him.”
Read More »2 poems
by Samantha Moe
I miss threadingRead More »
my fingers through
my problems, my
hair, my god
you remember
the magic?
bookgenius
by Ariana Duckett
I wonder where I’d be without her. In a library, scanning the blurbs of books I’d never read. Halfway through a tunnel, unsure which side I came from. Playing with my hair to prove I was worthy of it, for the burden of the female condition can only be shouldered by some.
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