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by Exangel
by Jeff Schiff.
Sated moon
what do I know
but that we must aim all
at making this
the right life—
and therefore pause
often
to conjure you
familiar corn and flax
shy
an hour’s drive
west of where I stand
How many in my city though
plummet their loss
from an easy ledge
never lulled by
plum compote
cast beneath nightlight
their ill-nurtured reveries
giving way to asphalt
or
more likely
poured
concrete
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by Barry Vitcov. The night sky is my home Its emptiness tucked between supernovas and black holes Welcoming me into imagined places I’m pedaling my space bike A modified road trike Across the universe Counting handfuls of stars Fluffy cotton candy bars Woven into fanciful shapes When a mermaid catches my eye Like an interstellar […]
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I know we weren’t but we should have been, okay? I was in the market the other day, and there was this adorable little net bag of tiny, multicolored potatoes, roughly the size of marbles. Since Alex’s ur-food is potatoes, I knew these would thrill him, and indeed, when I brought them out last night […]
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by Chris Farago. What rough astronomy we build for ourselves on these cloudy nights! There is a sky behind that wall; We have seen it, let it mingle in our minds With the hyacinth, the honeysuckle, “Take Five” tapped out on Orion’s belt. Everything together; the universe, together; The universe, ours for the taking, All […]
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by Marissa Bell Toffoli. Bubbles on the wind catch the sunlight. Her feet barely touch the ground, blur. Flight of laughter down the block. I can hardly bear to watch her landing miracles. One, two, three. Stop. Step. Lavender, mint, daffodils, and dandelions. Run, jump, clap. Sunburst bubble pop. Spin. Home again, home again, day […]
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What triggers consciousness? That’s the question on my mind just now. I’ve been following the whole debate about Artificial Intelligence, about whether or not it is heading for a conscious state—and whether that consciousness will make it a threat to humankind. So when I think on it, I want to take it back a step. […]
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by Ron Singer. “How the hell did you get in here?” The Dictator groped for the buzzer beneath his desk, almost pressing the red nuclear button, instead. “”Don’t bother,’ said the intruder, a tall man dressed in the gray hooded robe of a Dominican friar. ”It isn’t working. Besides, I’m not here to harm […]
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by Benjamin White. Triggers. All the senses are triggers, Recalling the pastTo let emotions resurfaceAnd subsist on thoughts, And the consciousness Of nostalgic possibilities Lost and goneSinking in the depthsOf time trying to – Wanting to – Enrich the experiencesThat experienced enrichment – Embraced,Even as they drown. Without memoryThere can be no love, So […]
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