wong-justin · August 8, 2025 12:25
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 "old dog/\nher ailing heart beats/\nagainst my leg/\n@witnwords1"
 "most nights, the moonlight/\noutlines all the shadows scattered outside,/\neven those within/\n@fcmwrite"
 "The ladies with feather tails glide up the escalator over Las Vegas Boulevard. They talk shop, feathers dusty and nylons clean. @anikeaten"
 "darkness will go/\nwhere the light/\nrefuses/\n@bobcarlton3"
 "her shadow forms depressions/\nat the bottom of the door/\nall along our baseboards/\nthe floor grows black/\nas she turns on the dark/\n\n@fcmwrite"
 "Grief is rotting fruit but you are starving/\nsalt-bitter skin/\nand inside/\ndry seeds/\n\n@austinsively"
 "Mosquitoes land on my chest. Dry for months. But little legs, mouths, search for blood. @_RobinJohnson"
 "They left the parking lot: she to another man, he to an empty condo. Their kiss lasted hours: her silence after, much longer. @Alex_Z_Salinas"
 "Flames reflect in my wine glass, alive and rhythmic. Above the fireplace, you sit. Still. Quiet. Are you warm? @_RobinJohnson"
 "He took an old pizza box to a place where the trees couldn't tell him anything and wrote, \"Recycle\" in fresh, local urine. @haunted4always"
 "Pencils scratch in circles,/ convert standardized tests to waveform,/ but Helen's hair silently/ grazes my desk. @fcmwrite"
 "It's rain/and the pollen's beat/down, put to bed/for the night/now's your chance/for so long/you've been the one/washed out  @NoahRenn"
 "The hawk sees through the speed of light,/\nflies my garden birds to heaven on steel wings./\n@JoyAnneODonnell"
 "Apiary's ransacked, almond trees won't get pollinated. Creaky creased beekeeper putters past hives, wondering how much he has left. @nwi_jsp"
 "Despite her distant tinny voice in the luminous clamshell phone booth, and the pounding surf, he missed her. @JISimpson"
 "Lonely asteroid seeks caring planet to orbit. Promises regular meteor shows, added features to eclipses and no GPS disturbances. @RxHemmell"
 "DEMISE/\nI will not die well. Bidden, cars will crash into cars, an orchestrated wall of steel and, well, my death./\n@ParticleFiction"
 "I walk in morning's dark/\nBefore moonset and sunrise/\nNo surfers, one fisherman/\non the pier, no waiting/\nfor cars at the light.\n@madeline40"
 "No Man is an Island/\nOr a mountain/\nA tree or a forest//\n\nHe's just a Popsicle/\nMelting fast or slow//\n\nBut always melting./\n@johnguzlowski"
 "It's the first day of bear tickling season. Game wardens prowl the forest, issuing citations for not saying \"coochie coo.\" @CalebEchterling"
 "My mother barbecued a moose in Yiddish, needing no heat but her grilling tongue. @ajackson568"
 "Beyond the smoke, an arrowhead of birds pierces stacks of cumulus. Fire threads along treetops. The earth continues to burn. @OliviaKCerrone"
 "Refugee Camp, 1948/\n\nI remember only a little/\nthe grayness of everything/\nand how silently/\nmy mother wept./\n@johnguzlowski"
 "She's tired as a sick spider,/\nbut the basket must be lowered,/\nthe melon placed therein,/\nand the hope of the world preserved./@ajackson568"
 "Flies unspooled from the drain into my mouth, knitting a blanket of protection, a winged collection too big to spit out. @_RobinJohnson"
 "I said sorry but hoped I'd done more damage. The dangerous space in your V-neck teases, a target to lick. @_RobinJohnson"
 "She tried to vary routine, anxious. It wasn't easy to substitute oysters for chicken. It didn't always work. She ate it all. @blueberrio"
 "Spider leg eyelashes tickle the tops of cheeks, stretch, wrap around the neck. Wake up screaming, gasp for breath. @_RobinJohnson"
 "As his pod hurtled over the event horizon, he hoped for a swift, specific death; his ex never believed in Hawking radiation. @crownofpetals"
 "Before you leave,/\nyou lean in close./\nMy beard against your collar/\nsounds like shoveling snow./\n@MarcoAnders"
 "Moonlight slanted through the curtains in a new way. She wondered which had tilted, the world or her own meridian. @SarahVernetti"
 "Eventually you'll feel guilty. I'll back away in the corner and watch blood dribble from your smile. Only I will know. @_RobinJohnson"
 "We were putting up groceries when she said, You'll love again. I said, Baby, you'll fight this. Mmhm, she said, and smiled. @Alex_Z_Salinas"
 "Requiem for a Neighbor Two Doors Down/\n\nHandwritten condolences/\nwave hello, dislodging/\nold flirtations lugging grocery bags./ @girlinblack"
 "The night Mom died, Dad and I bought fried chicken on the way home from the hospital. We ate, stared at bones, silent. @Alex_Z_Salinas"
 "HOLLOW WASPS\nfull of red wine-/\nblown glass, feet/\nlike delicate icicles./\nNot locusts, no rasp./\nA fragile buzz. Sip, unstung./@blueaisling"
 "Clouds churn, winds bleed, stars burst, waters pour. Wet feet slip in clay. Calm. Indian blankets open, I wake. We kiss blue skies. @Lyridae"
 "Brown and dry and letting go, trees scatter meat for worms. Water pours from smoking skies, yet nothing drinks. Everyone's asleep. @Lyridae"
 "I dream a bear carries us through the forest on his back. We cling to his fur, he wants to bury us in a storyteller’s throat. @traversjul"
 "Teaching in Japan--lunch with boss--food slips from chopsticks; hits floor. I rush to clean, \"Let nature,\" my new friend says. @BAMWrites"
 "SEA OF TREES/\nWhat restrains me/\nfrom warping the loom of the wind?/\nMy toes dare the weft-/\ntrees, branches woven/\nwith limbs./ @MDunbarFox"
 "RECOVERY/\n\nThe moment when/\nthe water turns/\nfrom tepid to cold/\nat the tap:/\ntomorrow, too,/\nwill come./\n@RGEvans"
 "Strangers sit by the stage, sweat under a setting sun. The sound system stops. Swapping whispers, their lips share Shakespeare. @anandalima"
 "Water slips on fin. Round eyes shine. An urge, a strike. Blood flows like smoke. My waves were tiny, I dreamed I was safe. @triciababydoll2"
 "France/\n\nThe dead compose/\nIn Beaujolais./\n@bri_clements"
 "I hid you in my palms/\nso as to mold you, leave/\nmy life and love/\nlines against your back,/\nyour spine breaded with my skin./\n@scoopsscoops"
 "Fetish becomes ritual with the Glock hidden beneath her pillow. \n@dlshirey"
 "with windows down, at 30 mph,/\nshe's less lonely. the wind moves through her/\nhair the way his fingers used to./\n@RLussos"
 "Between days she sleeps fitfully in summer heat, her dreams parched as parks. She downs tequila for rainstorm nightmares. @blueberrio"
 "I travel a black tunnel:/\nthe pupil of a cat's eye narrowing -/\ncircle to almond to line -/\nblack to let in light./\n@stevencrandell"
 "Goodbye, grasshopper!/\nMockingbird's meal, remember:/\nyou died for song's sake./\n@robertwest7"
 "love was grey, I thought,/\nan in-between,/\nwhere the wise monk & foolish beggar in us/\npress together,/\nfuse./\n@JRYussuf"
 "My father licks the tips of his antlers, straps them on. \"You're not a man 'til you wound me.\" @iheartfailure"
 "ULYSSES - Ever frailer / bound for failure / die at sea or home // I roam\n@robertwest7"
 "Old skins, shedding, fill train seats with bones, warm, still here./\nRed lipstick bleeds more at last stops. All passengers depart./\n@hayhud"
 "planes take off/\njust seven miles down the road/\nbut hundreds of miles deep into memory/\nof all the somewheres far away/\n@stephxRED"
 "The thing about spring/\nlilacs and the daffodils/\ncome later. First, death./\nWhat didn't die last year/\nfinishes itself off./\n@marcoanders"
 "I was told your diagnosis before your name/\nWe met/\nAnd discussed the weather/\nI sent an amaryllis to brighten your deathbed.\n@laurieajacobs"
 "in a dream/\nI ask the man with the ladder/\nto climb higher/\nmy braids have come loose/\nand I want something new/\nto weave.\n@Phoepee"
 "Weave opium poppies through a cracked spine/\nPluck every tendon like harp string/\n@fvnck"
 "O, pristine new mansion! Bloated, redundant. Birds shit your roof too. Termites plot invasion. Beneath, patient worms squirm. @SusanRukeyser"
 "Stumbling heartbeat, a moth's wing striking a live bulb in code--the heat whisper of tissue fusing to glass. @lhstaubs"
 "In the coming days we will work on getting caught up. Cheers."
 "Apologies for our long technical hiatus; the site needed to be rewritten, and time to do so has been scarce; now, however, we return."
 "People too have hands and faces. The clockmaker knew what made them tick. \"One question,\" he said feeling my face. \"Got the time?\" @J3xf"
 "We stood above the highway, taillights like rubies on the curve of a neck. The city a gift you gave me, one I wouldn't wear. @mainewriter"
 "Look up, black and tangled fingers, tracing constellations across a pink sky, a mother's silken hands cradling the moon. @FrancesMRoth"
 "The President takes the baby from its mom. She hurls it into the air. It explodes, showering her with ticker tape. @Markywriter"
 "REFLECTION//\n\nA clouded-over sky/\nstill shines/\nin a clear eye./\n@robertwest7"
 "War Photo #19: With her tiny Asiatic fingertips, a woman explores the moon-sized bandage she has for a head. @DanielKovalcik"
 "War Photo #13: Out of its artillery wound, the German house sings a raspy Tchaikovsky. @DanielKovalcik"
 "naked tree silhouetted against a stratified sky, fading from stars to morning light @FrancesMRoth"
 "What keeps us upright if not the moon? That white knuckle beckoning--our bodies, heavy as oceans, salt washed up on the skin. @DawnManning23"
 "One-thirty a.m.:/\nbirds are singing in the dark./\nO my fellow fools./\n@robertwest7"
 "Old newspapers littered our mother's coffee table, their crosswords half finished: a farewell letter in fractured answers. @andrewcothren"
 "After the yelling, I hid every spoon we had. At dinner, we sipped tomato soup off forks. The next day, I learned to hide the belts. @cerulae"
 "He collected broken cameras, and showed them to his date. These are my hearts, he joked, tapping one of them with a light hand. @20Limes"
 "My daughter saw it first/\nHer brother's helium birthday balloons/\nCasting stained-glass shadows on the sidewalk/\n@stevencrandell"
 "Rain, sweat bead on my skin/\nI am a marvel/\nWaterproof and porous/\nOpen and immune/\nSteam rises from my hands/\nLike a prayer\n@stevencrandell"
 "glacial/\nthe silence of space/\nagainst glass/\n@stellapierides"
 "Call for applicants--two open spots on @escarp's editorial panel. http://tumblr.com/xmc3s63k9l"
 "Coconut kefir, sour cream,/\nKraut, kvass, pickles, yoghurt and kimchi./\nIn tall, glass jars at home,/\nLove ferments. @stevencrandell"
 "In the wet rainforest of the third apocalypse, the only dry tinder is her literary past. She chooses death. Mold eats the paper. @blueberrio"
 "Our blood unbluing (lung-/\nsung red) circles/\nour centers, Ptolemaic.//\n\nLet ellipses throb/\ntheir galaxies between us./\n@cerulae"
 "dandelion cracked sidewalk left-wild spaces @joannemerriam"
 "She held as if we had no skin,/\nher spoke-thin bones/\nclenched to mine./\nSometimes rain grips the trees/\nlike this./\n@cerulae"
 "A woman grew in Jim's garden, her hair pale as cornsilk. And softer. After they woke, she trickled salt in the space she came from. @cerulae"
 "Come in and loosen your tie/\nundress before the long wide world./\nYou are 30 floors up;/\nthe skyline is paid for./\n@Bendied"
 "He tapes an ice cream poster to his van, plays music out the window. Kids run up for treats on ice. Some of them, he eats. @SusanRukeyser"
 "Sometimes instead of love you make cookies. Sweet, understand: butter and brown sugar are part of the argument for leaving. @gruntleme"
 "Ripen to black/\nMy emerald knobbiness/\nMy Hass/\nLet my gentle touch/\nDiscover your firm yielding./\n@stevencrandell"
 "The bus driver reminds me of my dad, his forearms old and mangled like nicked table legs. I miss my stop to keep him company. @air_GO"
 "We had an apocalypse fling, but once the grid powered up she left me for a reconstruction job. Now I tend tumours in her place. @blueberrio"
 "Moon sits on gravel road in Lotus Pose/\nI dare myself/\nGet close to his face/\n@michelleShy"
 "DEW//\n\nStep lightly as the sun/\nwakes up//\n\nand the other stars all/\nfall asleep//\n\nin the grass./\n@robertwest7"
 "Correction upcoming on the lineation of DEW. Apologies for the double-message."
 "Lawnmower//\n\nAngriest herbivore,/\ngo ahead, roar//\n\nas you graze/\nsummer days://\n\nyou and the weather/\nwill cool off together./\n@robertwest7"
 "Youth//\n\nmoan woven shrieks/\nbellowed at dusk;/\nwe were furless/\nwerewolves crying/\nfor the moon./\n@CjakMussington"
 "Garlic Love//\n\nAt first/\nthe layers come loose with ease--/\nshedding/\nrevealing/\ntaking wing/\n@stevencrandell"
 "Lend yourself again to music/\nmake pepper pot, pour wine/ \ntoss away the bleached bare bones/\non which your famine dined./\n@2kurtryder"
 "dusk epiphany--/\nyou're the mosquito's/\nreligious experience/\n@joannemerriam"
 "silent weir:/\nswans glide across/\na cloud./\n@stellapierides"
 "Pond half-frozen/\ntwo geese, many ducks, wind easterly/\nyesterday's ballerina tests ice/\ntiptoes/\nlegend kept bright./\n@2kurtryder"
 "Winter rain, bare feet/\nPuddles wide and ankle-deep/\nOpportunity/\n@stevencrandell"
 "The gardener struggles with a hose, his berry-stained basket nearly empty. The fruit--what wasn't stolen--was ripe. @blueberrio"
 "Morning/\nwhen I lift blinds to light your empty room/\nI dream groves of incense trees snow dusted/\non red hills in old Morocco./\n@2kurtryder"
 "Bars, Hold Me In//\n\nCaged animals--their heat/\ntheir wild eyes, bared teeth/\nI want to live inside their breasts,/\nbeating./\n@amyjosprague"
 "Battle's smoke spiraled up, reminding William of a cook fire, the screaming sizzle of meat fat releasing its juice; to which God? @svramey"
 "Cassette tape strewn in roadside grass/\nGleams like snail-paths in the moonlight./\n@ShelbySDavis"
 "Poor matryoshka,/\nburdened with one inner life/\nafter another./\n@robertwest7"
 "Perspective is truth./\nTruth, perspective./\nEven the line at the horizon bends/\nGiven space./\n@stevencrandell"
 "Sole Survivor//\n\nIndian summer,/\nbrown oaks and naked maples--/\nlast katydid rasps./\n@oldmanscanlon"
 "Seen on a Run//\n\nPost-lactation/\nunsheathed in lycra/\nFallen like me/\nNo longer,/\nI imagine,/\ntoo tender to touch/\n@stevencrandell"
 "Zero Balance//\n\nNothing's harder to imagine/\nthan nothing;//\n\nlately, most of us/\ncouldn't draw a blank//\n\nif we tried./\n@robertwest7"
 "your sunlight/\nsways through trees/\nlike delicate bones of wheat/\n@PsychicMeatloaf"
 "Near the end, Themistocles dreamt the taste of hemlock was brine, his heartbeat a trireme's oars as it scribed the wine-dark sea. @DennisYG"
 "from inner space/\nsyncopated prophets blow their crazy angles of paint/\nlike jackie mclean with a syringe full of sparrows/\n@PsychicMeatloaf"
 "Oculus//\n\nHeadlights/\nreveal the chase/\nin two flashes:  the deer/\nruns for its life, but so does/\nthe wolf./\n@DawnManning23"
 "In the tired gray gloaming of light-polluted modern life even the fastest train cannot carry you where you need to go: to sleep. @montsamu"
 "Reverie//\n\nver her hands running/\nthrough and gathering up her/\nhair over and o/\n@robertwest7"
 "Build mansions here inside me. Take risks in home decor. Shingle rooves but leave the skylights open. Never lock the doors. @JMPrescott"
 "Good Night//\n\nOutside, the old dog/\nbarks his elaborate rhymes,/\ndefying the dark./\n@robertwest7"
 "A mother shouts./\nHer toddler freezes, halfway across the street./\nSlamming on the brakes,/\nI am both./\n@stevencrandell"
 "Murnau//\n\nBlue, stone haystacks,/\nthe Alps,/\ncradling the moor,/\nfeed warm light/\nto wild orchids,/\nmake their colors sing./\n@stellapierides"
 "Stars//\n\nHere under all these/\nindifferent nuclear storms,/\nhere only, sings love./\n@robertwest7"
 "He shuts out the cold Sutton wind whistling off the creek, and locks in colder quiet. @FadedPaper"
 "The Frisian lands lying flat/\nopen up to infinite skies/\nlet the moon-pulled tides/\ncarve rivulets of love/\nin the sand./\n@stellapierides"
 "By night he'd take her by the hand and, as in their youth, go smoke pot under the bridge. By day, they were grandpa and grandma. @3tdoanVSS"
 "Inhaling deeply/\nI gather myself/\nLike the tines of a zipper./\n@LBelowtheauthor"
 "Life is a near-death experience/\nAncestors sing in my spine/\nOffspring give shape to memory/\nMemory gives shape to time/\n@stevencrandell"
 "Red-winged blackbirds flock, a convention of male epaulets. The boss says, her shoulders burning, \"The pond goes.\" @Shannon_Anthony"
 "Warm breeze/\npatrols the streets/\nparking tickets/\nflutter/\n@wordshiv"
 "Sleet sweeps the hills. Houses fold into mudslides. A cat climbs my limbs and I become her tree in the flood. Strays, we cuddle. @blueberrio"
 "One Sound, One World/\nBig, tough fella/\nloud, racy lass/\ntimid Cinderella/\nprodigy, alas/\nblow your vuvuzela/\nif you must./\n@stellapierides"
 "Longer Half of the L//\n \nMay loneliness leave only lovely long lawns after./\nMay this green's light leaves lift to rafters laughter./\n@jpoch"
 "Loss hollowed him like a gourd./\nWhen he laughed,/\nOld seeds rang within./\n@stevencrandell"
 "Salt is a natural/\nantiseptic. That's why/\nwe rub it in our wounds./\n@JamesCihlar"
 "Another guy picks up his latte, and I slip the valentine back into my\npocket. The barista draws crema hearts for everyone. @ShelbySDavis"
 "After The Bomb Went Off VI//\nantennae twitching/\nthe meek venture forth into/\ntheir new-made Eden/\n@ianweiqiang"
 "At the Cornmill Meadows/\ndragonflies rest on nettles/\ncomfrey, buttercups/\nand the smooth stones/\nof the shallow stream./\n@stellapierides"
 "In the Kitchen//\n\nThe womb is a bowl/\nfilled with water/\nand kibble. She puts/\nthe womb in a cage,/\nfeeds the unconscious./\n@danielleblasko"
 "The farmer/\nslips from the wadi/\nby starlight//\n\nhe stops along the road/\nleading into town//\n\nseeds of fire/\nburst open/\nat dawn\n@mswriting"
 "A Prayer//\n\nMay we change like the water,/\nReceive like the earth,/\nWander like the wind,/\nNurture like the light./\n@stevencrandell"
 "HUNG SHOES//\n\nLike unleavened bread/\nflatly there. Proving/ \nthe tightrope, the pull,/  \nall that can be/ \nhurled up into./\n@SusanScarlata"
 "Trains full of/\ncoal, rearing/\nin the deepest/\nparts of night./\nHonking out/\ntheir existence,/\neach boxcar/\nits own swan./\n@SusanScarlata"
 "Dear GPS of my soul,/\nKeep me going straight/\nDown this cul de sac./\nIt once ended in a footpath/\nWhere one could get lost./\n@stevencrandell"
 "She tucked a rock of crack into her accordion and crushed a cockroach with a heel, ready to stare those men in the eyes again. @blueberrio"
 "With the carcass buried/\nin a single turn of earth/\nI honor a noble life/\nwell spent/\nnever thinking of mouse traps./\n@apoetseye"
 "atonal (haiku). coincidence is just a song you sing when you've otherwise lost tune. @josephquintela"
 "Sketch//\nCobbled lanes lead downhill/\nto the bowels of the old city/\nwhere the Abbey standing still/\nsets a Zone of Silence.\n@stellapierides"
 "Parking Lot Pacing//\n\nEvery withered, wet/ \npalm branch is a pale,/\ndead bird, mangled./\n@danielleblasko"
 "Excited to surprise his Internet girlfriend, he grips airport roses and knocks. \"It's complicated,\" says the guy who answers. @blueberrio"
 "She brushes her fingers over the dedication page, but can't feel her name. @FadedPaper"
 "Troubled water churns my eyes, as night's last sights flash. I'm like ash, crashing in brain-waves. I fly half-mast. @JohnBlakeWolf"
 "I lived to touch you/\nSo we could contest the stillness of my walls/\nWhich hadn't felt the quake of life in years/\n@latinegra"
 "Domesday Tweet//\n\nThe last fruit from the Tree of Life/\npicked, weighed and DNAed,/\ngraced Kew Garden’s Eden Landscape./\n@stellapierides"
 "White noise of the ocean,/\noverwhelm my hesitation;/\navalanche down my shoulders/\nto my feet,/\nlure me/\nto the plunge./\n@LBelowtheauthor"
 "Spring Cleaning//\neach sweep of the broom/\nbrings the floor one tile closer/\nto how she saw it/\n@ianweiqiang"
 "The fire left a stench of smoldering flesh. He'd raged inside, an animal, my love. The door was nailed solid. I knew; I did it. @jacbateman"
 "Before the stick dried, I knew she was pregnant when the bones in her foot suddenly radiated like tree roots through dark soil. @msrpog"
 "Once there was a man who was afraid of his shadow. Then he met it. Now he glows in the dark. @benloory"
 "i believed you/\nbut you added/\n\"Honestly.\"//\nand i saw unfaithful sheets/\nheard polygamous whispers/\nsmelled deceitful pheromones/\n@x96pkn"
 "After The Bomb Went Off//\ncurling wisps rise from/\na robust cup of coffee/\ncooling for no one/\n@ianweiqiang"
 "Bird watcher/\nused to be/\ngirl watcher/\nbut they never/\nwhistled back\n@wordshiv"
 "A nation's on his shoulders, breathless at the gasp of his blades. His wrist snaps; the light shines red; a country's lungs roar. @rwohan"
 "When our son kills himself: dismayed. When our daughter follows suit: perplexed. Perhaps kids need rooms with windows after all. @NGodSavage"
 "He tells himself Greed would have kept the goose, content with the golden eggs. It took Science to vivisect her. @iwantanewhead"
 "if pain had volume/\ncould it fit in the body?/\nwould we be neutron stars/\nthree suns' sorrow/\nin the space of a beating fist?\n@gruntleme"
 "I passed the cancer wing smelling of smoke and saw a picture of a dead friend. No ashtrays anywhere, so I moved on.\n@duncanmurrell"
 "alternative school/\nteens deboard the bus like quail/\nall over the street/\n@kristinamaupin"
 "After his team's defeat he prowled home all geared up to murder something. She read the signs and prepared a sacrificial beer.\n@synthjock"
 "\"If your critique doesn't hurt, it can't help me learn and grow,\" I said. \"Then we should have a safety word,\" she replied. @boudreaufreret"
 "In the beginning was the Word,/\nand through a fine fissure of an \"L\"/  \nour world gushed forth/ \nin all its goddamn splendor.\n@micoquente"
 "How I know to trust her://\n\nHere, she says, try this. /\nI put out my hand/\nand she offers me sunlight. \n@benmiller314"
 "She could see everything: sunshine behind the windowpane, birches in a cluster, even the mental institution's pond frogs. @skyllairae"
 "\"i still don't get it. what's a metaphor?\" the student mumbled. she paused, but then said it, \"when you call me puta.\" @elle_wrathall"
 "Once upon a time, a boy immolated a frog. His parents found him face down in the pond the next day, not a frog in sight. @prav_us"
 "He tosses out her bottles of omega-3, antioxidants, and zinc, wondering why she didn't buckle up. @iwantanewhead"
 "Firing coloured explosives from the dock, looking into the sky. You kiss me. I hit you back. Our combustible ritual, every year. @blueberrio"
 "Roasting in sun-view, suit holed, air all but gone, Zak craves grass between his toes. Facing home, he's dying to feel rain. @OscarWindsor"
 "the gas-pedal gauged her frustration at the gloom. she drove recklessly on days like these, as though she were chasing Spring @elle_wrathall"
 "Obama backwards is amabo, in Latin, \"I will love.\" So forwards must be: \"They have hated.\" Some are still stuck in the imperfect. @m_purdy"
 "The merciless bride smiles at the reception line. Festivities are planned. Then he'll be all hers for the night. For life. @blueberrio"
 "\"People who don't trust others are untrustworthy,\" says a boy carving ice. I drink fake cocoa and ask, \"How would we know?\" @blueberrio"
 "she left her makeup smudged when she headed out to meet him for lunch. it wouldn't have felt honest otherwise @elle_wrathall"
 "We remember her with plastic roses thrown into the refuse of the Pacific.  Her husband drinks in New York with his mistress. @skyllairae"
 "'I don't want my funeral to be a sombre occasion,' Dad used to say. To this end he split his fortune between six mistresses. @synthjock"
 "Hollow gingerbread man, licorice lace innards, prune heart. In the head, a cookie fortune. It pounds the inside of the oven door. @xalieri"
 "One hundred thousand/\nTransparent hairs on your face/\nBlotting salt-hot tears/\n@michelleshy"
 "She said she was out of my league. So I asked: \"What about a cup-tie?\" Really, I should have seen the penalty kick coming. @synthjock"
 "A train whistle slips through the rain. Your memory Dopplers into my past. I bleed coffee and update a pie chart. @blueberrio"
 "When she met him, the rain stopped, the clouds parted and the sun shone once more. The drought lasted the rest of her life. @jonpinnock"
 "Are trees offended standing/\nby telephone poles? Do they aspire/\nto charged practicality? @FissionaryPoet"
 "Watford Gap verge through coffee steam/\nhum of traffic noise/\nknowing we are an hour away - the beauty of the service station\n@dradny"
 "My private motorway, from childhood football after construction to arrival at Wigan homeward bound, clear route past roundabout town\n@dradny"
 "Ever since the Church replaced the Blood of Christ with the Extract of Opium, reported Visions of Mary became ever so glorious.\n@UriGrey"
 "I pulled the alarm as a joke. I didn't know about the real fire, but no one believed me. My school needed a hero, not a clown. \n@MinikinMath"
 "She marked out \"susurrated\" and sent the article back. \"We're not writing for wine drinkers. And I want to see your receipts.\"\n@amgamble"
 "Charon trawls the internet for discarded avatars. Small, surplus lives, flotsam of the electronic sea. \n@deboree"
 "A great business plan/\nCartoon character condoms/\nThat talk like puppets/\n@michelleshy"
 "A great business plan/\nYou pay me to ram, scrape, wreck/\nBad drivers near you\n@michelleshy"
 "He is my charge. My long fuse, my ominous weather report. Nocturne, shiver. Sailboat on a moon river. @rubychristine"
 "Watching a woodpecker go at our shed with such gusto, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was aluminum. @bethblackbird"
 "He sleeps so hard he looks dead. Then he sighs, unaware of the seizure of love and fear aroused in the quiet. I fold more laundry.\n@amgamble"
 "I roll your words around my mouth/\nLike a plum/\nTaste them. @amgamble"
 "No one hates the Beatles as much as the guy calling numbers at the DMV. \"Number eight,\" he says, then grimaces. @m_purdy"
 "he is a fishnet jobbing as a windsock/ corkboard bobbing, hoping the sea opens/ unmoored, he says send me a storm for a doorway @jeremylewit"
 "vile hissing possum /\nlost traction on its entrails /\ncan’t outrun my car\n@bethblackbird"
 "As my friend told me about Peak Oil, my tongue fretted the crack in my bottom left molar. I nodded and took another sip of my coke.\n@m_purdy"
 "In the brownstone, a couple fighting in the tub soaks the floor. Their laughter runs into the drip of your ceiling.\n@joannemerriam"
 "We throw a body off the ship and his fellows follow in a macabre necklace. Begging hands snatch my ankle as they rush by.\n@lastlittlebird"
 "Non-violent protesters jailed for life. Fascist state feeds and clothes them: socialism creeps in, a hesitant embrace.\n@q8p"
 "\"You're wasting music,\" my parents said. I turned off the radio and listened to branches scraping the house, forks tapping plates. @m_purdy"
 "Each snowflake unique/\nCrystalline iterations/\nSparkle as they die\n@StephenDRogers"
 "The job/\nof the sky/\nis to be blue./\nHow much/\ndoes it pay?\n@m_purdy"
 "Departing, I watch the sun expand, consuming planets like Cronus eating his young. What Zeus has left these stones in his stead? @hdgrogan"
 "i prayed to the patron saint of sheep; i dreamt of cinnamon & spices from far-off lands; i walked on sunshine & brushed clouds from my e ..."
 "The universe stopped expanding and started to pull back into itself. After the thaw, Henry noticed there were dinosaurs again. // @wordshiv"
 "Paul Gardner serves beer in ceramic dishes, spilling foam all over the bed. He toasts Rose: Your health, and death to snails.//\n@jsgraustein"
 "old astronauts/\nyearn for space, unable/\nto relate to earth //\n@wordshiv"
 "Love Poem//\nSometimes my shirt makes sparks. Watch me take it off. //\n@jpoch"
 "The warmth of her embrace transcends her steel skull, nylo-gelatin skin, copper arteries. Together we are more than human. // @gryphoness"
 "The man on the street hacks a coconut with a machete, hands it to her with a straw and a smile, his life a novelty for her soft, pale ha ..."
 "Sweet corn for supper/\nGrinning/\nFrom ear to ear.//\n-- @EdmundConti"
 "Kamikaze Pilot//\n\nWhen I came home/\nI didn't get/\na hero's welcome.\n-- @EdmundConti"
 "Dusk//\n\nIn the early/ \nevening, brown/\nglows/\nlike neon.  Faces/ \nare lost/\nin the scuffle/\nbetween light and dark.//\n-- @jrcripe"
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