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Two Poems by Lenny Lianne

WITH ME AND THE STARS No one can tie down the stars in one place, my father said as he explained how the summer constellations were different from...

Three Poems by Meredith Holmes

I Can’t Resist Entering Wa Harmony * to Look at the Butterflies Again They transcend being wall art with a price tag and seem to flutter to...

Two Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

As Moon Beams Fade The tiger prowls at night, hunting moon beams as its prey. Wandering apparitions sail the darkness, searching for a place to rest. Landing past dawn,...

When Her Boyfriend Leaves by Steven Standage

When Her Boyfriend Leaves the dense wooden door slams shut with only a fewcentimeters of clearance from the cold tile floor,forcing a gust of frigid...

Three Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn

So Much was Possible Then— ...

Four Poems by Mary Ann Larkin

Found Poem in Christmas LetterFrom a Former Blond Bombshell Our abilities shrink daily.Dave is on his walker.I am on oxygen.We are often cranky. Goldenrod I saw my...

Two Poems by Lori Rottenberg

An Introduction I was born from the undertow of empire,tides of death that surge and recede. I was born in a tent made of papers,in countries...

Verbal Escalation by James Lane

Verbal Escalation Slowly, but surely I've been establishingresidency in your bedroom. I took out thatvacancy sign months ago. The services I'vereceived here are some of...

Four Poems by Drew Pisarra

A Psychological Asana For today, or maybe even an hour, or nolonger than the time it takes to read this poem,put aside “profession” as another...

Two Poems by Marc A. Drexler

Dangers I am sitting under the treemy great-grandparents planted,together, the day he went to war. Strangers own this house now and werenonplussed or moved by my...

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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...