Category: L.W.W.O.H. Submissions Posts
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“Flashlights Over America!” by edenbray.
the jagged teeth of a leviathan smiling across the nighttime line running low, above the clouded blue-black ink of deepest sea
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“SOME MORE TIME?” by Kunjal G.
The humble words of the wise “Death is a prerequisite to life “it will always arrive and once it does…”
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“Aftermath” by edenbray.
said Ghengis Khan to all his sons hold ye well to this protestation – ‘surrender or you die’
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“Oh! and Oh again!” by edenbray.
There there, society will not forgive you it will haul you over coals put you in its iron maiden who suffocates your imagination
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“Still under master’s orders .. .” by edenbray.
Who clear away the bodies, tie the flags low, remember who exchange your smile for piles of shit-brown guile
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“METAMORPHOSIS .. .” by edenbray.
Olivia deHaviland, the gates of death sucking the skeleton’s thumb wet feet adorn the dead screen
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“Skeleton Key” by Nick Pipitone.
obscene phantoms hiss in my ears, softly, while I lay comatose under bed-sheets, dejected again, psychic pain of ancestors at my blackened brain-stem
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“Unbreakable” by Anna Elin Kristiansen.
A thousand shattered pieces on a sticky lino floor sour, red liquid seeping into the worn rug’s edges No. That’s not me.
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“MY APEX WINDOW – London Bridge and the Odeon, Leicester Square” by edenbray.
I am your father lost and lonely The world and all its feathers phoney I picture you smiling, making happy face When I was seventeen I had a dream Of what my life would be like And it was nothing like this, no not at all
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“PEACE and SILENCE” by edenbray.
a clattering of jackdaw now take flight carrying their ill-gotten gains a songbird slain’s remains songbird sings his nations anthem while his buried child moves earth and stones walks so tiny and discreet upon her bones and her distressed feet put up your sword, put up your anger for just an hour
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“The Invasion of the Amateurs” by edenbray.
West of pier point on the cusp of Ben Hazi the guerrillas set up camp the sound of gunfire in the east and on the west silence interrupted with the horror of explosion
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“Peregrination” by Lon Barry.
The sun is a bastard Whom I love. Moon does not understand I am cheating with soil. The mossbeds rise like breath The crows do not observe, they do not know I cheat With worms.
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“I bought Bukowski” by edenbray.
I bought Bukowski I bought White Stripes seven deaths on Lincolnshire roads where I live the rain still falling
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“Dead Garden” by Nick Pipitone.
dried leaves rustle like fading nightmares, an urge to suck in colors before me