Turn of the Page

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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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In the apartment above me
I hear workmen erasing
The signs of its previous tenant

Ripping up the carpet
Where he paced on nights
When he woke from uneasy dreams

Replacing the faucets
Of the kitchen in which he
Made meals he would eat alone

Painting the plaster
Stained with the outlines
Of portraits of those he loved

And soon it will seem
Like he never had lived there
As it waits for the next to come

To make it their own
For a temporary time
As the seasons pass swiftly by

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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.

Because I Believe

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Contributor: E.S. Wynn

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There will be days
when you will scream
when you will break
when you will sneer and snarl
and want to give it all up
want to walk away
from everything
but I will still take your hand
but I will stay
I will stand beside you
because I am loyal
because I believe.

There will be days
when you will howl
when you will sob
when you will quiver, paralyzed
and close your eyes
and wish, wish for everything to fall away
for everything to end
but I will still take your hand
but I will stay
I will stand beside you
because I am loyal
because I believe.

There will be days
when you will dance
and laugh and sing
when you will stare
blankly, dumbstruck
when you will blush
when you will smile
and I will still take your hand
I will lift you up
I will stand smiling beside you
because I am loyal
because I believe.

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E.S. Wynn is the author of over sixty books in print and is the chief editor of Thunderune Publishing. This poem is one of many featured in the book titled "What Will Be"

Lesser Temptation Rev 2

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Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Streams of ethereal dreams
while lost in the crimson bayou
a weeping willow serenades
an ominous decrepit mansion.
Cartwheeling through Hell,
or cowering under a mangrove
in the old voodoo swamps
of misty heartless sanction.
Quaking within the freeze
or perhaps a new disease,
left shirtless and bereft
in the cold without ration.
Stuck within the embrace
of a shadowy woman's arms;
ghostly visions sing loud of
shattered pious abdication.
Waking within a fantasy,
still reeling from the reality
whispered from fractured doors
and deeds of lesser temptation.
Casting glances are bestowed
ringing down the singing hallway.
Marie Laveau dances in peace to
a sonnet of high righteous inflection.

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet from New Hampshire. He enjoys writing from the dark side. His published work can be found at numerous print venues.


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Contributor: Lindsay McLeod

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It’s not a fear it’s a know,
we won’t be able to resist

as it begins with a kiss
all tongues lips and hips

but just like the rest
we’ll both add to our lists

with a lopsided smile
and a flick of the wrist and

you’ll want me to say sorry
for blunting your knife

with my back. So…
thanks but no thanks.

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Lindsay McLeod trips over the horizon every morning. He has won several prizes and awards and stuff for poetry and short fiction and published his first co-authored poetry collection, My Almost Heart, in 2015. He currently writes on the sandy Southern edge of the world.


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Contributor: Joanna M. Weston

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freewheeling down hill
wind tears at my face
before the slog up
next steep so steep

pressure hard
on each pedal

sweat under-arms
slides forehead
pools on back

reach plateau
lean into curves
bend low on straights

smooth gear changes
brake for sharp turn
skid correct
go go go

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JOANNA M. WESTON has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published for twenty-five years. Her poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, was published by Frontenac House of Calgary.

But I Digress...

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Contributor: Grace An

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Starting here is when
things became unclear, I just
couldn’t understand.

It was a time of
break down- it just wouldn’t stop.
Doubt and fear came in.

Thoughts began to cloud,
restless was my mind and I
was stuck in a rut.

Because I’ve dug a
hole so deep, there was no light.

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Grace An is an outdoor enthusiast who lives in Cypress, California. She takes full advantage of her down time to explore various beaches, hiking up mountains, and more. If you can’t find her at her next adventure, you can reach her via email at grace.e.an7@gmail.com.


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Contributor: Lily Chen

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Clean white hospital
Surrounded by family
The heartbeat fading

A dark alleyway
Knife glinting under moonlight
Blood paints the ground red

One drink too many
The car veers out of control
A crash then silence

Empty bridge at dusk
Nowhere to turn, no escape
Close your eyes and jump

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Lily Chen is a Midwestern transplant currently living in Southern California with a little gray cat. When she isn’t attempting to write, she’s catching up on her latest television shows or obsessively browsing bookstores for new releases.


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Contributor: Shelyn Wongso

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Nothing feels real now.
Everyone is telling lies.
It’s impossible.

What if she’s still here?
We would tell each other tales,
until clock strikes twelve.

My eyes are hurting,
from all the fallen teardrops.
Body is trembling.

She is away now.
Time to get back on my feet,
and move on with life.

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Shelyn Wongso is Chinese but she was born in Indonesia. Her mixed culture inspire her to travel, mostly around Asia such as Thailand, Taiwan and Hong Kong. It also influenced her to open an online business selling Indonesian groceries.

A Gift for Swifty's Moll

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Contributor: Donal Mahoney

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"If you don't like the gun, my dear,
I can exchange it for a negligee but
I've given you many negligees.
I think a gun's important
to have around the house
when I'm at home with the wife.

"Let's say some guy breaks in
looking for your money
or maybe for your honey.
Will you smile and say,
'How can I help you, Mister?
I hope you brought protection.'

"Remember, a gun's your guardian angel
whether you're sleeping or awake.
That's what I told the wife when I
gave her a gun as big as this one.
She needs it for the nights
I'm over here with you."

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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

5 Haikus

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Contributor: Aren Laure Lizardo

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Heavy rain falls on
my thundering umbrella
while my skin turns blue.

Let's talk space,
the universe, but not us–
for I am afraid.

When we were in love,
I changed myself you, babe.
Now, I'm dead inside.

You procrastinate
like all the others do, too.
Yet, you fall further.

Tell me you moved on–
I need to know. I'm fearful
that you'll be happy.

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Aren Laure Lizardo lives in Lakewood, California, where spends most of his time procrastinating everything, and would rather excuse it as "creative exploration."

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