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For the term "MANIFESTO".
poem about guidance 1

The Machine

Poem   The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...

Reflective Poem 0

Alone

Reflective Poem   The moment when you realize how you actually feel you do not miss what you thought you were or who you were with you do not cry over an imagined past...

giving thanks 0

Giving Thanks – Part One

Short Story   Patrick jumped off the side of the ship into the water. Parts of it were ice and cut the flesh of his bare calves as he trod through it, determined to...

peaceful poetry 0

Our Own

Poem   Reading poems late into the night Reading more upon waking Under the full moon In the morning sun Savoring each of them Feeling the weight of each word Remembering the life around...

spoken word poetry 0

Parcel – or Stand Aside

Spoken Word   Don’t relax But also don’t remember That any time we can Break into a dance requiring us To base all and any fantasies On that liquid part of us That part...

autumn haibun 0

Morning in Late Autumn

Haibun   Bare branches stretch toward a gray sky like the gnarled fingertips of a Norse Crone. They sway in sudden gusts of wind. Fallen leaves rattle on paving stones. A solitary hawk circles...

poc problems 0

POC Problems

Spoken Word   Every person of color’s favorite question to be asked is: “What are you?” “WHAT am I?” Well, I can be whatever you want me to be, baby. Nah, let me tell...

short poetry 0

More Than One Year Later

Poem   I held your face as a precious gem Studied its facets, admired its cut Searched for imperfections Finding none Whispering, “You’re perfect” into The night   more by KRISTEN GREEN photograph by Lizzie Guilbert...

coming of age fiction 0

Snowman

Flash Fiction His bead eyes look at me, and in them I see my own. He’s my best friend, there since I was born. He loves to tell jokes and I love to laugh....

poem about past 0

In Rooms Like These

Poem   Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...