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Four Poems by Chris Biles

Settled in the Gray Dust weighs down the roomgiving an unfocused appearance, yetsomehow adding emphasisto the few items that remain:the soft table in front of...

and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg

spend your time  and heal thyself  then the world  waning such limited time  our warming gift  small hands pressed into clay  art but a reflection  the way they once moved  --and grasped T....

Three Poems by Briana Craig

Crisis Economics in Three PartsI.Supply and demand. You have learned there are two things in supply and three in demand. You walk to the...

Two Poems by Maggie Bowyer

Losing Sight You were the first person I reached towards, A single, shaking arm Plunged into the thick Fog of fresh grief. You pulled me through The first awful snow, The first...

Four Poems by Katherine Anderson Howell

Morning Class in Washington, D.C. A sparrow collides, fallsglass to concrete Beak opens, body spasms. A student looks:me, bird, back. She wants instructions. Touch the birdto do what? Stun it...

Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Bellevue Library I remember this library as hiddenin trees, perched on the hillside,pierced by birdsong. I looked out from the second floorto see the oak trees,...

Two Poems by Rick Black

Brussel Sprouts in the Pandemic As we kneelin this galaxyof lost stars, the imprintof our handsin the earth remains.The virus is spreading,and yet we plantedBrussel sproutsyesterday— and mustard greens.And...

Four Poems by Jacqueline Jules

Feathers in a Folktale The rabbi told the gossipto rip open a pillowand release the feathersto the wind. “Now bring them back,”the rabbi ordered.“Every single one.” Scattered...

Two Poems by Bernardine (Dine) Watson

The Ballad of Alice Hortense Some sweet morningI can’t say whenThe sun’s gonna melt my days awayAnd I’ll flow beside the knowing riverTill the rushing...

Two Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Positive Vision Quest Dig your many trenches of attrition where you must.The inside job comes right from the gutand nowhere else. Happiness is when what you...

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Two Poems by Bill Ratner

They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells...

 IF FREEDOM DIES by Alan Abrams

IF FREEDOM DIES What’s next for us, if freedom dies–For those of us, they smear as woken—must we wear their yoke of lies? They seal their...

Three Poems by Lesley Younge

Rock Paper Scissors Water. water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater water to...