Gregory Luce

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Poem For a Guy From Work by Jasey Roberts

Poem for a Guy From Work I am sorry for not listening when you told me about your mom;Cancer is hard, and I was trying...

Four Poems by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Rhinoceros In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...

Two Poems by Serena Mangat

Serena is a passionate poet and writer who lives in the Midwest. Some of her favorite hobbies include reading books and spending time in...

Two Poems by Dale S. Brown

FACE My face distorts and dances in the rippling water. And a goldfish floats through my nose. SCRAWNY KID Scrawny kid. Lean against your crumbling shack, And try to paint with...

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...

Words I Write by Fran Abrams

Words I Write are words you read.Do my words bring you warmthlike sun on shoulders? Exhilarationlike riding a motor bike fast?Laughing childrenwho make you laugh? Poems...

Indian River by Stephen Roddewig

Indian River I had no idea when I threw the mangrove seed, wishing for brighter days, clouds prowled over the mainland. Perhaps my offering failed, perhaps nothing could be done. But...

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River by Calum Robertson

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River time’s a runny egg yolk always on brown toast honey & oats medieval peasant teachings...

Four Poems by Chris Biles

Settled in the Gray Dust weighs down the roomgiving an unfocused appearance, yetsomehow adding emphasisto the few items that remain:the soft table in front of...

and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg

spend your time  and heal thyself  then the world  waning such limited time  our warming gift  small hands pressed into clay  art but a reflection  the way they once moved  --and grasped T....

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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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