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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...

Fox Cubs 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 Jeffery “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...

Two Poems by Gary Grossman

Sir Isaac Newton's First Law of MetaphorAm I an object at rest or in motion?Newton proposes "an object at rest remains at rest" but...

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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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