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Three Poems by Abdulmueed Balogun Adewale

Captives Life and time have held us captives— turnedThe moon an imposter in the affairs of the night. The justice-chirping canaries of yesterday have buriedTheir preaching...

Blue Fading to White by Teresa Burns Murphy

Blue Fading to White A wintry wind blewthe color out of the sky that day‘til it was as whiteas my cousin’s corpsecontained in a coffininside...

Four Poems by Hari B. Parisi

Change of Elevation When we first moved here, birds—red-headed house finches, I believe,a family—twittering high up in the blue spruce that hangsfrom the neighbor’s yard. You...

The Vision of Meribah by Matthew Ratz

The Vision of Meribah I Meribah,granddaughter of Amenemhat,beloved of Ishmael,recite my ancestors’ lessonsso that you, my child, may teach them to your own. It is through...

Hollywood, Paris, Covid by Brenton Booth

Hollywood, Paris, Covid We both had positive Covid tests aftercelebrating New Year’s Eve a few daysearlier. Her ex sent her a text saying hewasn't vaccinating...

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...

Five Poems by Virginia Bell

Meuse I Pron.: /ˈmjuz/ a depression leftin the grass, a shallowbowl, or profound, a gap in the hedgethe hog trespassed, in otherwords, not the animal but the space...

Remembrance by Mariam Ahmed

Remembrance The sun sleepsIn the dirt, here.I am less smoke, more steam,The refreshing kind of bitter. In the dirt, here,We’ll plant our feet and leave.The refreshing...

Two Poems by Ince Lachey

observant gravity a sort of protestis underway performedin excellent style bythe superfluity of those who have ever beenbeloved by youwho beat with a hoop-stick against...

Two Poems by Charleigh Triaga

Phone Call: Grams, On Her Ex-Fiancé He’d show to work an hour late. Never have any money to go out and go anywhere. I always...

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Four Poems By Natalia del Pilar

Marigolds The season is ripe and the seeds take rootin the caverns of my eyes.Spindling roots with secret urgency,tying knots from hidden capillaries.Soon,in a gesture...

Science 101 by N.T. Chambers

Science 101 Like the universeI’m expanding -sadly, not nearlythe way I had hoped.Our physics teachererroneously told usobjects lose massas they approach       the speed of lightand yetas...

Two Poems by Michael Gushue

SURFACES Winter’s hand. Damp streets. Morning’s glareon clouded windows. March the third. Light whittles branches to brushstrokes.We are not fooled by the appearance of things. Fear in...