Year: 2023
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‘The Hemlock Anthology’ – Call For Submissions
Hello writers, poets, and artists! There’s an exciting announcement for you all. We have something different for you all this time. Instead of the online ‘issue’, this time ‘The Hemlock…
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‘Cubicle Field’ by Jacob Fortino
“Congrats!” On gold cards,And the Hugged stringThrough the double holes.Charms between keyboardsThat match winter, sleepswith dust For snow, in thethe silver flatboard dimmer. Author Bio: Jacob Fortino is a 23-year-old…
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‘Saving Myself In Art’ by Pragya Gogoi
The last time my heart snapped into two, I didn’t knock at my therapist’s door Carrying a tote bag to stash its fragile shards Or greet her with sunflowers like…
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‘The Sunset Song’ by R.S.
You pour me a sunset, All the hues of the skies; And I shall pour you a sunrise, The shade of your eyes. And we shall raise a toast, As…
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‘Hero’ by Kenneth R. Jenkins
CourageBoldSacrificing everythingTo save or to help everybody.If I can just help somebodyAlong this way and keep the faithAnd keep fighting for a causeNot belonging to meThen and only my heroWill…
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‘The Mortality of Roses’ by Christian Ward
Prim as a prize-winning rose, Diana exuded confidence. She got the choicest parts in plays, played the recorder perfectly, and her intellect seemed as vast as the Sea of…
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‘My Muse Is Slow Arriving’ by John Muro
My muse is slow arriving, rooted in griefand prone to lavish – just the way a plotof open pasture, swaddled in shadow,silently combusts when low clouds driftapart, ushering in a…
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‘The Writer’s Wish’ by Jillian-Rae Picco
Where do the words go when they are not mine? — beyond the borders of our invented space & time, into a pool of creation where the lucky writer who…
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‘Cinnamon’ by Alicia Turner
I saw you sunsetting, and wanted to say hello from the hook and bait, wanted to say you’ll never catch me because I’ve already been caught. If I were to…
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‘Killing The Whispers’ by Sunayana
Closed rooms, hushed tones, her name lived after the death of courtesy, misplaced egos dragging it on the dirty ground, For battling the demons of their own making. The consonants…
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