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“Death To Paint Us” by J. Michael Martinez

there is always one more death to paint us an ochre without axle aiming us like a sunflower down a path a harp once followed to still the scythe before losing love against itself   Dying for a good read? Revive yourself at Academy of American Poets!

“Lilies” by Max Ruth

He said, "You're beautiful Like a flower." I said, "Pick me And I'll die." So he groped me By the stem And ripped me From my life. I blossomed In his sun He inhaled my scent as it rained I asked, Can this last forever? Ignoring a Destiny, preordained. I wilted The next morning And … Continue reading “Lilies” by Max Ruth