Gregory Luce

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Shadow by Itara Halen

Shadow A shadow always follows you,Hollows you out,Screeching a song, telling youYou're wrong, you're hideous:It's insidious, but it's inside youAnd outside, crawling on your skin,Creeping...

Sort of Villanelle to Dylan Thomas (“Do not go gentle”) and Sylvia Plath (“Lady Lazarus”) by David Eberhardt

Sort of Villanelle to Dylan Thomas (“Do not go gentle”) and Sylvia Plath (“Lady Lazarus”) Your death may fit you like a shoe. You’ve gone your...

Four Poems by Rachel M. Clark

Do Bushes Burn in the Desert of Sinai? Is it a regular sight, spontaneous combustion in the shimmering heat?Still, Moses could not have been anointed...

Two Poems by Giulia DeLuca

“Don’t Lose Sleep Over It”I dislike it when people say, “Don’t lose sleep over it.”Chances are, I probably will. No matter how miniscule the item in...

The Vision of Meribah by Matthew Ratz

The Vision of Meribah I Meribah,granddaughter of Amenemhat,beloved of Ishmael,recite my ancestors’ lessonsso that you, my child, may teach them to your own. It is through...

Hollywood, Paris, Covid by Brenton Booth

Hollywood, Paris, Covid We both had positive Covid tests aftercelebrating New Year’s Eve a few daysearlier. Her ex sent her a text saying hewasn't vaccinating...

Three Poems by Patricia Gray

A Three-Day Love Affair I fell for you fast, Venice,the moment I stepped from the vaporettoand onto your floating welcome.Waif-thin as I was, you took...

Five Poems by Virginia Bell

Meuse I Pron.: /ˈmjuz/ a depression leftin the grass, a shallowbowl, or profound, a gap in the hedgethe hog trespassed, in otherwords, not the animal but the space...

Two Poems by Ann-Marie Maloney

The Marrow of My Bones There is a hurt that runs so deep within the marrow of my bones, Twisted lies Deceiving smile Words dipped in scalding...

Two Poems by Maggie Rosen

My Milk Glass Mother You were my thunderstorm mother. You were my abalone mother. You were my milk glass mother. You reveled in flaws. You turned an opaque...

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Taffy by Josh Young

Taffy My heart is salt water taffy. Salty, sweet, sticky. Comes in a colorful box often found in the bargain bin of a gift soft...

Four Poems by Azalea Aguilar

Sunday Best he blows dandelions for his babies in the corner store parking lotin their Sunday best, following this morning's sermontheir wishes scatter across the...

God Was Hiding by Daniel Cano

God Was Hiding Faith cannot be held as an old grey handNor as a breath to put voice to prayerIn faith I rendered a final...
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