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I Am My Words | A Poem by Bonnie Burka Shannon

My poems are
Of me
The prose
Though spare
Reveals layers
That characterize me
As a living being
To myself
To others

I am my words
They burst forth
From my
Untold self
Surprising me
And perhaps others
With their authenticity
And emotions

I can reveal
So much
With just
A few words
That identify
Where and
Who I am
In the world

Words affect me
When scripted
Become who I am
On any given day

I am my words
Even if they
Remain just
Passing thoughts
Hovering in
My brain
Until I write them

My poems
May expose
Where others stand
In my life
They never deceive me
They are my words
They are
Who I am
The moment
I expose them

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Eating for Two | A Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

They made a video
on the computer
so it was official

where he broke the seal
in perfect Freudian fashion
and drank down both flasks
of champagne

and she pronounced that she
was eating for

and it was the best way to find out

that a few of the good ones
were making

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

Edge of Chaos | A Poem by Malcolm Gould

Life seemed to be on the edge of chaos
misery was spreading
with the upsurge in gutter poverty
and that haunting stare,
wherever you walked beggars pleading
their will to live receding.

Arriving home one evening, there, sitting
on my porch step, a man,
this was my first impression nearing,
its shape changed before me
coming to a halt, uncertain what to expect
hostility began to detect.

For what seemed like minutes it did not move
then crawled out of view,
cautiously approached, there was a stain
green and foul-smelling
avoiding the substance yet very aware
that it was right there.

Instinct made me turn, feeling a presence,
the mass was at my back,
just managed to escape its fateful grasp
crashing to the flower bed
running from my own house petrified
for me nowhere to hide.

From their desperation they were created
an abominable creation of beasts
mutated by the pollution and poverty
until that moment never seen
just an urban legend until we collided,
my emotions deeply divided.

Illusions gone, discovering it was real not fiction
these predators mutated,
the population grew, it became an affliction
as poverty divided rich from poor
once, like me, human, living with family ties
with all the hidden deceits and lies.

Life was chaos, nights became a fight for our survival.