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 Apr 2017 Jawad
Richard Grahn
Love shares its meaning
In the recesses of time
Tangled in my mind*

4/22/2017
I may be too small to see
over the edge of the countertop
but I am not too small
to see past your lies
and into your heart,
mind, and soul
I have many good friends who are smaller than I, but watching other people underestimate them, motivated me to write this poem. Enjoy.
 Apr 2017 Jawad
Žõhņ Đõhņ
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 Apr 2017 Jawad
Logan Robertson
my wife went to town
       on a dark
    cold and windy
          night
       she drove
      slow at first
      then faster
   as the wheels
        squeaked
          louder
      as she came
to a bend in the road
      and another
and another
   she kept her foot
      on the pedal
     and eyes ahead
      as a tall oak
           came
         into view
        basking like
under an entranced moon
            then
   as a torrent of rain
      squaws danced
  wheels squeaking louder
    she reached town
  somewhat exhilarated
     and looking back
          the entranced moon smiled
          and cooed

LR-4/23/17
 Apr 2017 Jawad
JS Clark
The time came for the move.
And I moved.
The upgrade was made from the small studio
To the spacious one-bedroom as apartments go.

I now have before me the worst part of the move in the unpack,
And I discover at the same time what may be the best
Amenity of this new place.

There’s a grand window looking out to the south
Over the rows of parked tenant's cars and beyond.
Not far beyond, mind you, but enough to make one addicted.

Addicted to the window.
I’m addicted to my window and all its goings-on.
My boxes, well, they just simply wait
And look on.
 Apr 2017 Jawad
Soham Chakraborty
Breathe;

I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;

Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.
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