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Three Poems by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub

Glass Dreams In dream,my father witnessed the ceremonial conclusion of my apprentice scholar period—when my name was summoned into awakening—accepts my absence from the quorum...

Two Poems About Water by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Inherent Limitations of Scaleafter Kay Ryan’s “Dynamic Scaling” the model boat in themodel waves made of water molecules of a certainirreducible size wind tunnel, containing miniature...

One Poem by Bill Kurz

The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

Follow the Directions It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time. She couldn’t remember when she had received it, wondered if she had borrowed...

lady day by Timothy Hudenburg

lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...

Three Poems by W. Luther Jett

It Is Not in the Sky There is a city in which I stopcoughing, the dustno longer plumes, the roaddoes not crack openfrom heat of...

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

My Sister Describes Cooking with Our Mom It was her job to put the lettuce and otherveggies in a big pot of cold saltwater. “We have...

Two Poems by Sara Smith

Find the Door Deeper and darker I fallInto a rabbit hole that’s supposed to feel like homeTried squeezing into those ballet flats for months on...

The Odds Weren’t in Our Favor

The Odds Weren’t In Our Favorfor Janet A classic exit affair, she called it—and the diploma on the wallbacked up her assertion. Withour passion hot...

Where Vessels Go to Die by Uma Shankar

Where Vessels Go to Die Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...

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A SIMPLE MACHINE by Eric W. Schramm

A SIMPLE MACHINEThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society. Frayed and wild...

Three Poems by Reginald Harris

Untitled: On the Bus (A) Black men (man) glance (s)at each other (me)then quickly look (s) away.A quick check (-ing out),a look to size (each...

Éramos varias mujeres/We were several women by Guadalupe Ángela translated into English by Yael Kiken

The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...