There is in the Water by Cassie Premo Steele

There is in the Water What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say what all thismeans, you ask, and I say you...

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Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Bellevue Library I remember this library as hiddenin trees, perched on the hillside,pierced by birdsong. I looked out from the second floorto see the oak trees,...

Two Poems by Aaron Caycedo-Kimura

Small City Symphony The manager rushes in late, celloin one hand, orchestra foldersin the other. How can we start on timeif you’re not here? the...

Two Poems by Daniel Edward Moore

Immaculate Ruins It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing sentinel from the love seat’s worn...

Two Poems by Elnathan Starnes

Trick of Rings and Things“The Lord is my Ringmaster, I’ll always want!” Said Gollum A fiend For the ring Crack ho’ Of his time What is the meaning of the ring? Love is an overrated misunderstood thing Precious metal surrounding the space waiting for something to occupy...

The Fallen by David Allen Sullivan

Off trail where there was no trail, where your heart was an injured bird, where you buried your love for your first wife, and for her lover— whom...

Two Poems By Juliana Schifferes

These poems are published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.  The Genuine...

Two Poems by j. lewis

new chairs i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs chairs that had lastedfar beyond...

Three Poems by Susan Notar

Thirst, Greece From a photo by Herbert List, 1939 A slender forearm in shadowelbow on a tablefingertips contemplating a tumbler of ouzoindex finger raised from the...

Two Poems by Virginia Samuel

too far out holding fire,but taking aim - puttingBackthe hands of time - hidden in my breastshattered fragmentsof bombs and rockets - making my waythrough unknown waters a shadowpasses...

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