Gregory Luce

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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...

Three Poems by Juliana Schifferes

Morning Coffee shockingly bitter like a friend with a dirty secret the fun of Robusta is its acridity, acidity flavor brash as a sharp-accented lemon...

Portrait of Disappointment by Kimberly Ray

PORTRAIT OF DISAPPOINTMENT after years of hoping things would changegiving in to "well, that's the way it is,"look me in eyes and realizethis is who...

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...

Three Poems by T.M. Hudenburg

geometric pattern, untroubled how long traced out there on the marble floor in paradise—where we have just arrived our object–we are again reminded was to love and be fully...

Two Poems by Richard Peabody

Merton in East Asia Those daysthat carried him never carried himfar enough Thomas Merton foresawhis death in a vision and still flew to Thailandon a speaking tour An accidentalcrown...

Four Poems by Alan Abrams

Limerence“The heart writes in indelible ink”~Steve Almond, “Ecstasy” I followed you out west,when I was in despair—you took me back, reluctantly.We spent the winter in...

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...

When Her Boyfriend Leaves by Steven Standage

When Her Boyfriend Leaves the dense wooden door slams shut with only a fewcentimeters of clearance from the cold tile floor,forcing a gust of frigid...

Four Poems by Mary Ann Larkin

Found Poem in Christmas LetterFrom a Former Blond Bombshell Our abilities shrink daily.Dave is on his walker.I am on oxygen.We are often cranky. Goldenrod I saw my...

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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...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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