Maybe in the Next Age

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Contributor: Scott Thomas Outlar

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A woman
telling a
lovesick man
that she’s not right for him
but he’s a great guy
and he’ll certainly find
the right woman
one day
when the time is right
is like
coming down
from the stars
bearing his barrel
and meeting
a man
in the desert
who is dying of thirst
and telling him
he’s a really spiritual guy
and he definitely deserves a drink
but just not from this well
then pointing him
toward the next mirage

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Scott Thomas Outlar flows and fluxes with the ever changing tide of the Tao River, laughing all the while at life's existential nature. His debut chapbook "A Black Wave Cometh" will be released in April 2015 by Dink Press.

The Long-Ago Dreamt

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Contributor: Steve Isaak

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Does your female demon
still possess,
make your hands shake
& your sex dampen
with complex, wrecking desire?

You were stunning,
afterlife beautiful
in spring window light,
your brown eyes laughing,
street brass band
our non-coital communion,
closure, forgiveness,
something transcendent
something troubling
in our temporal
womb-like warmth.

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Steve Isaak, a.k.a. Nikki Isaak and Chuck Lovepoe, is the author of several poetry anthologies.

So Fingertips Kiss

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Contributor: Donal Mahoney

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Five kids, eight years.
And then one day my wife
shouts to me on the tractor
roaring in the field:

“I’ve had enough.”
And like a ballerina,
she rises on one foot, sole
of the other foot firm

against her knee
and with arms overhead
so fingertips kiss,
she smiles,

and then like a helicopter
lifts into the air,
whirls over the garage

and keeps rising.
I can do nothing now
but curse
and be proud.

As if at the ballet,
I applaud from the tractor
and blink at the inferno
as she hits the sun.

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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.


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Contributor: Nikhil Nath

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I bury a cheque
to buy a carpenter,

watching a carpet
wobble in parenthesis,

imagining a rocket
will fold in my

pencil box full of
escape, written

in crystal clear
marbles, I have

put in the e-mail
of a marriage,

wishing the bride and groom
an unhappy honeymoon.

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Nikhil has been writing poetry for eighteen years. He has been published in various magazine in India, the USA and the UK. Nikhil Nath is his pen name.He lives and works from Kolkata, India. "Write rubbish, but write", said Virginia Woolf. This is Nikhil's maxim for writing.

Time’s Running Out

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Contributor: d0ll

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My eyes, my nose, my face
Lost in the outerspace
My eyes are absinthe
My face is absinthe
You’re hanging on the wall
You’re resting on my shoulder
No eyeliner left to smudge
The fire’s not burning but it smoulders

Broken is ugly
And ugly is broken
Kisses are out of fashion
Sex is fast and cheap
I am the living amongst the dead
But if I shake them
They will tell me
I’m just looking for attention

I will fall apart
No matter if you watch or not
Can you please hold my hand
Accelerate this chemical reaction
Because we have no time
To wait for days

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Student, post punk Djane and alt model, DIY enthusiast from Slovakia

For Sure

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Contributor: Gary Thomas Hubbard

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Mountains always have a top
Valleys go down until they stop
What goes up does come down
Make left turns, get turned around


Seasons change to start anew
The sky was orange and now it's blue
Moon comes up, the sun goes down
If it's made of thorns don't wear the crown


Love is like the woods on fire
If you add fuel the flames grow higher
I couldn't love you anymore
These are things I know for sure

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I am the father of two and a Papa. I was born and raised in Ohio and now live in Florida. There are several of my poems published on Leaves-of-Ink and I have one poem in the Storm Cloud Poets Anthology 2.

Saving Myself

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Contributor: Amanda Firefox

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"Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.”
—Ray Bradbury

The rocks fell
The fire came
The ice covered everything

But I survived.
Without you,
I survived.
I thrived.

And you
You who left me
You who left me
With nothing


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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.

Unbroken Road

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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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The sun creeps up
Like an old man
Opening his bloodshot eyes

As the world wakens
Out of dreams borrowed
From someone long dead

Even the birds know it
Their songs inherited
And fused in their hearts

While homeless cats
Watch them and wait
As they have for centuries

For the drama of life
Is a sealed book
Never to be changed

Destined to remain
The same till it reaches
Some end we cannot foresee

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

My Sky

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Contributor: Linda M. Crate

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ornament me in your praise
let me wear your love
as my jewelry,
clothe ourselves in a never ending
seven billion people in this world and
my heart is wrapped around you
can't get it to stop—
I know this is illogical but I've never
wanted anything rational,
and every time I look into your eyes
my heart skips a beat;
you and those beautiful eyes
let me be your sunrise and your sunset because
heaven knows you're my sky.

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Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. Recently her two chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013) and Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014) were published. Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic is forthcoming from Ravenswood Publishing.

Beyond A Fearful Door

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Contributor: Steve Isaak

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went devilfever insane
gambled boystupid not wisesatanic
with our golden state hearts
my panicked thoughtless confession
tragic fires spread via wires
traumatized ghosts stumbling
amidst hotblaze rubble
our bayside modern dreammetropolis
1906 rollshake horrific
l.a. punk & east bay terror
haunting brutal loss

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Steve Isaak, a.k.a. Nikki Isaak and Chuck Lovepoe, is the author of several poetry anthologies.

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