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Three Poems by Mary Sesso

Waiting For a Hospital Bed Time stops in a room where flowersbloom on walls and a cardinal sitson a branch with leaves reddeningbut never fall....

Three Poems by Liza Boyce Linder

Delivery The two-member Council of Double Breasted Cormorants roosting on either end of the cross barof a defunct clothesline in the middle of a lake...

Three Poems by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub

Glass Dreams In dream,my father witnessed the ceremonial conclusion of my apprentice scholar period—when my name was summoned into awakening—accepts my absence from the quorum...

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...

lady day by Timothy Hudenburg

lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...

Three Poems by W. Luther Jett

It Is Not in the Sky There is a city in which I stopcoughing, the dustno longer plumes, the roaddoes not crack openfrom heat of...

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

My Sister Describes Cooking with Our Mom It was her job to put the lettuce and otherveggies in a big pot of cold saltwater. “We have...

Two Poems by Sara Smith

Find the Door Deeper and darker I fallInto a rabbit hole that’s supposed to feel like homeTried squeezing into those ballet flats for months on...

The Odds Weren’t in Our Favor

The Odds Weren’t In Our Favorfor Janet A classic exit affair, she called it—and the diploma on the wallbacked up her assertion. Withour passion hot...

Where Vessels Go to Die by Uma Shankar

Where Vessels Go to Die Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...

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Two Poems by Jack Giaour

art opening   instead of a gun you use a camera   amputees are your subject    /these poor people/ you say   the walls of the gallery are dark prints pinned neatly under spotlight   //life...

Two Poems by Emily Webb

LACUNA Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold. A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter. Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender. Hypoxia will...

One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...
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