Poetry
Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature — from lyric verse to experimental forms, haiku to epic.
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"...oceans reflecting the colours of the universe..."
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Collaborative rengay by Sherry Grant and Jerome Berglund
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"...I had never known such stillness in my life..."
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"...when Life plays along in the key of me..."
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"...Delusions say you're brilliant..."
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"...the warrior who traveled so far..."
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"...gases flowing like a river past my door..."
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"...it was to be the present of a lifetime..."
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"...Dead flowers on a cold night..."
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"...whooping like they are in a carnival..."
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"...it was against the law..."
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"...making a mockery of everything..."
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"...Warm words were said..."
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"...Love and be loyal!"
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"...I feel your touch in my soul..."
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Pandel Collaros has taught at Bethany College (WV), Ohio State, and the University of Kansas. In addition to writing, he performs and produces music in Nashville.
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"Being vulnerable..."
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"...legerdemain in the sacred precincts of dothan..."
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Andrew Loria is an author who dabbles in a little bit of everything. Born and raised in the colds of Manitoba, Canada, he keeps himself warm by writing about the romantic, the extraterrestrial, the horrific, and the absurd.
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Don Edwards lives and writes in Seattle. He is a founding member of True Gospel Bookstore which creates songs of his poems and streams them everywhere.
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"...wine brings back harsh memories..."
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"...too much of the world feverishly believes in silence..."
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"...to notice intensity as splendor..."
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"...boats of slavery..."
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"...the state that this world finds itself in..."
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"...the icy rain, seen from a train..."
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Veljko Kotlaja is a historian and PhD student whose work explores national narratives, cultural memory, and the philosophical dimensions of history.
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Aritra Basak is a physics student based in Kolkata, India. His work explores authorship, estrangement, and bodily unease through compressed, image-driven prose.
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"Driving home from a music club..."
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"...in the still midnight of Wyatt’s backyard..."