Gregory Luce

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Three Poems by Yvette Neisser

DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FROM MY FORMER SELF I lost everything:the contours of the body I knewthe housethe identity of wife/motherhalf of a couplea name that...

Day Job by Allison Whittenberg

After a night of therapeutic bottle and blunt passing He wakes on earth at 5AM In a lumpy bed He goes to the airport in his overalls Brandishing...

Two Poems by Anna Idelevich

Early in the morning Early in the morning jelly smokes over the water, put semolina and millet in the boiler and make a dream in the ocean...

Autumn Fading-Director’s Cut by William T. Blackburn

Green* Fleshy limbs fingerpaint the sky That wondrous joy of life bedecked in emerald sheaves Parasols twirling, swirling overhead Shade from a beaming sun Meal for all things living Red Cavorting...

Two Poems by Gregory McGreevey

cicada's hymn Untitled Untitled Your name has become muscle memory for me. The atavistic tendencies of time travel. Sweet billowing hills laying rampant like a red carpet....

Sorrow by Christine M. Du Bois

I walked today in Wilmington. No Biden sightings, but I had a most perfect look at a Cooper's hawk --the best of all my years of...

I Garden Weeds by Ethan Goffman

I wouldn’t say I have a brown thumb.Fresh green weeds spring up where I garden,infiltratingthe flowering natives. I cultivate a wild look,but when does the...

Two Poems by Jeffrey Banks

I Want Better I want better. I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see I want to flee from realityBecause of...

Two Poems by Kevin Wiggins

Can I Borrow Your Iniquities? If you don’t mind Can I borrow your iniquities? Since my sins are so much greater and heaven has no room forme...

Two Poems by Laura McCarty

The Home We Will Remember I am born in the black hills of eastern Kentucky to a young woman from the Gulf Coast of Texas who sews...

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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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