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Three Poems by Sandra S. McRae

Winter Solstice We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...

One Poem by Sarah Karowski

Kindly i want to diein the same way daddytakes care of tarantulas—kindly. pick me upby the leg & chuckme out the way. Sarah Karowski (she/her) is...

Two Poems by William Heath

Punk Rock I’m going to sponsor a punk rock concert: in exchange for a ticket, everyone who comes is given a musical instrument, chairs on the stage so people can...

Two Poems by Kenton K. Yee

Dinosaur Sonnet     “Everything is true, and nothing is true!”      —Albert Camus My vanilla is dripping while fires spreadand there must be better ways to say this. Land dinosaurs...

One Poem by Erik Peters

Fox Cubs It was a cold day,the kind of cold only clearweather brings.that hardens the earthand makes life scarce. There was something ignobleabout the hunk of...

Three Poems by Josephine Carubia

Ode to You I give you the deep attention we call          reverie.You give me time of timelessness.You have the kind...

Two Poems by Ed Baranosky

I Stay​  I stay. But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's...

Two Poems by Jeffrey “J.A.” Faulkerson

AGENT OF CHANGE During the WinterOf your discontentYou craveThe warm embrace of Spring,Knowing it will fade away toThe scintillating heatOf SummerBut you need not worry.No!Because...

One Poem by Faith Stern

PAIN Incessantly demanding recognition Like the penetrating ticking of a tightly wound clock Is the knowing. Knowing we shall not be, Knowing, though I close the door It will not...

Three Poems by Summer Hardinge

Aperture with thanks to Ikkyu SojunAnd I said, the moon is a house.It was...

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Three Poems by Sandra S. McRae

Winter Solstice We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...

One Poem by Sarah Karowski

Kindly i want to diein the same way daddytakes care of tarantulas—kindly. pick me upby the leg & chuckme out the way. Sarah Karowski (she/her) is...

Street Scene by Vincent Casaregola

Street Scene Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like. Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
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