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Two Poems by Michelle Ott

On Learning to Be Alone You are not supposed to want itout loud (or so I am told): the breaking open of the sternum,the flooding of...

Three Poems by James Gurley

Starry Night And the Astronauts “When I paint space, I am with the astronauts,”—Alma Thomas, visionary artist and painter, 1972 A Japanese billionaire books SpaceX’s starship...

Four Poems by Beth Konkoski

Informal Form your thinking in lines of two.Let couplets speak their gauzy magic. Does this form count? No real form butwhite space, no imposition but a...

Two Poems by A. Z. Foreman

Historian A world of vanished nations in your head You lie tonight without a thought to spare Anything but the wind that downs the leaves...

Darcy’s Pantoum by Kirby Wright

DARCY’S PANTOUMTrained to be invisible yet helpful.Latchkey kid living beside the tracks.Console Mom when first marriage flops.Summer visit Dad’s new family in Maine.Latchkey kid...

Two Poems by Sofia Reyes

El Jorobado I hate talking to a beautiful man.It’s like trying to talk to the statue of David. Every inch of him is crafted,to form...

My Greatest Performance by Taylor Kovach

My Greatest Performance Long hair, curled to perfection, 5am sharp Pink frilly dresses and sparkly eye shadow American Eagle skinny jeans Peach Aeropostale shirts Magenta belt wrapped around hips After...

Three Poems by Pamela Huber

Migration Shift Their calls announcing winter came first,drawing neighbors to doorways and drivers to slowfor the spectacle of a black and white aurora,20,000 sleek bodies...

Three Poems by Kristin Kowalski Ferragut

Alive on Cuckold Creek I My thalassophobic daughter monitorsmy adventures. I’m known to cross unfamiliarwaters, over my head, with wind, stinginginvertebrates, and at times little...

Two Poems by Allan Ebert

RAINY DAY SOULSONG It’s time to quietthe jealous pastfind new stormsto rile our bloodone eyeon tomorrowthe other, wiseto yesterdaysharp as diamondsand the sky openedto the...

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Remembrance by Mariam Ahmed

Remembrance The sun sleepsIn the dirt, here.I am less smoke, more steam,The refreshing kind of bitter. In the dirt, here,We’ll plant our feet and leave.The refreshing...

Two Poems by Ince Lachey

observant gravity a sort of protestis underway performedin excellent style bythe superfluity of those who have ever beenbeloved by youwho beat with a hoop-stick against...

Two Poems by Charleigh Triaga

Phone Call: Grams, On Her Ex-Fiancé He’d show to work an hour late. Never have any money to go out and go anywhere. I always...
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