City Planning for the Golden Bunny by Erin Selmer

City Planning for the Glowing BunnyI’m trying to understandhow three linesand then one morecan make a squarethat might become a cube,or the side of a house.He is telling meabout ninety-degree angles,the...

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Two Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

Lost Summers of my Youth The sweetness of summer, falling from trees /ripe / soft / luscious dreams of forever.We were the ones who begged...

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Even the air seems to take a breath once the shower gives way to a dry mercy. The watery saxophone and the piano’s chilly glance speak the...

Four Poems by Rohan Buettel

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Love and Death at the NIH by Michele Banks

I first started experimenting with watercolor about 10 years ago, and from the beginning got into “wet in wet technique.”  To paint “wet in...

Two Poems by R.E.I.L.

Piece for PEACE For my grandmother (Feb 2, 1956 - February 13, 2020) I’m trying to find the right words to make sense or peace with...

Two Poems by Chloe Yelena Miller

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

Three Poems by Mary Lou Buschi

Oldest Living Things Spring again, dizzy with babies.Grisly groundhogs crawl from the shed.Frenzied Chipmunks traverse the drive.Cardinals dip and swirl over the doehiding in the...

Three Poems by Meredith Holmes

I Can’t Resist Entering Wa Harmony * to Look at the Butterflies Again They transcend being wall art with a price tag and seem to flutter to...

One Poem by Faith Stern

PAIN Incessantly demanding recognition Like the penetrating ticking of a tightly wound clock Is the knowing. Knowing we shall not be, Knowing, though I close the door It will not...

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