Serena Agusto-Cox

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One Poem by Michele Evans

sirenia n. the sirens, half bird and half woman, were “dangerous” maidens, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting voices to shipwreck on...

Two Poems by Judith Taylor

The Hope She was born when I was three, old enoughto celebrate but not to understandthe grainy black and white photosof bodies stacked like...

Two Poems by Abigail Gray

Unproven HypothesisI’ve become so used to falling asleep that I could never – truly – be with you nowI would only be disappointedby your...

Two Poems by Don Krieger

In the BeginningWe in Americawake to the horror,1200 dead, 200 abducted,Israel poised to destroyas God did to Sodom.We swear: “Never forget”or: “Free Palestine”or...

Three Poems by Michael Gushue

Turning ElegyLeaving is all we have.It’s your not being here speaking.Leaving the door ajar, the tableswept—turning into something less than comfort. What did you...

Two Poems by Mark Thalman

At the State Maximum Security PrisonThere are no elevators. They can’t be secured.To get to classrooms on the third floor,everyone takes the stairs.Before...

Two Poems by Nathan Scheer

“Lost” -For NACIs it possible to grievefor someone who still breathes?To mourn someone who still walksand works and talks...

Three Poems by Revonne Johnson

When the Hat Went Up Remembering the Montgomery, Alabama, Riverfront brawl.When the...

One Poem by Brenton Booth

Stolen LandscapesIt is Vincent van Gogh's 168th birthday. His yellow "Sunflower" painting is part of a collection we saw today at the National Gallery....

Four Poems by Kathryn C. Bratt-Pfotenhauer

Reading Mayakovsky in BrooklynIt’s past one at the Bad Luck Bar. On the corner, a couplepressed up against an iron fence. The neon lightof...

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Three Poems By Heaven Santiago

STABILISER My eyes floatedtowards nearby archers ...

Three Poems By Michael Young

Love Letters We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...

Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...
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