Read Poem: Mother on Morphine, Dreaming of Anna Magnani, by LindaAnn LoSchiavo

A madman crushed her favorite makeup To paint my mother’s floor. Imagine rouge On top of powders, scattered door to door. “I’ll clean this up!” I say till she’s relieved, Obedient enough to swallow her Tart, medicated, Lotos-like ice cream. She’s less combative, calmed by her morphine. The mind’s embrasures, freed from pain’s embrace, Will… Continue reading Read Poem: Mother on Morphine, Dreaming of Anna Magnani, by LindaAnn LoSchiavo

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Read Poem: commentary on leaving home to live, by Sylvester Kwakye

commentary on leaving home to live our feet are clapping against the unknown cottage floor our sweats are watering the many farm leaves our fears keep us running our fast-beating hearts keep the troubles within us alive & we run & run away from our homeland to a land free from bombing

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Read Poem: THERE’S NOTHING TO BE DONE, by Amanda Reseburg

They say there’s nothing to be done About a gun Riddled with anxiety, our children’s knees bounce and their fingers tap It’s the phones, the distractions, the shiny things It’s kids today There’s nothing to be done About a gun Basic numbers are escaping them They know nothing Why does no one read anymore? These… Continue reading Read Poem: THERE’S NOTHING TO BE DONE, by Amanda Reseburg

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