Four Poems by Mary Ann Larkin

Self-Portrait after Adam Zagajewski Between dead heading the liliespicking blueberriesand arranging the fruit plate,half my July morning passes.My village is not strange to me.I have not been hurtled from city to city,nor lived...

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Two Poems by Michael Gushue

I Saw You Nothing burns alone. Let each face be a flame of itself. Let skin to be amber and silk. Let a bridge join the air from...

Two Poems by Lê Phạm Lê

co-translated from the Vietnamese by Nancy Arbuthnot and Lê Phạm Lê Editor's note: August is Women in Translation Month. Bourgeon is celebrating by offering the...

Two Poems by Felicia Clark

AgingFrom construction paperlayered in pipe cleaners,uncooked noodlesand cotton balls;to cardstock trimmedfor business cards,in neat stacksor sweaty palms;to printer papertaken from the officefor a pile...

Three Poems by Kim Roberts

HICKORY TUSSOCK MOTH CATERPILLAR lophocampa caryae We are replete with caterpillars this year, mostly of the woolly bear variety, but today I saw one covered in thick white hairs...

Two Poems About Water by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Inherent Limitations of Scaleafter Kay Ryan’s “Dynamic Scaling” the model boat in themodel waves made of water molecules of a certainirreducible size wind tunnel, containing miniature...

Interstate by J.D. Smith

Interstate Most take the ramp for common needslike heeding nature’s urgent call.No matter where the journey leads,though, for some reason exit all, Like getting out to...

Two Poems by Eric D. Goodman

Dry Splash All these years we’ve been worried about the sea levels rising, when what we should have paid attention to was the fresh water levels falling. Long-forgotten riverbeds...

Four Poems by Sara Cahill Marron

The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021 America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...

Three Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Fishing Poem The grandfather I never knew fished for hornpout in a pond I heard about but never saw. There my mother’s family spent summers, less...

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