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Two Poems by Alan Abrams

MY SPANISH IS NO GOOD The shifting breezes barely stirred the sodden flags;the tide turned, to inch back toward the sea,spilling yonder poplars upside down.Redwing...

One Poem by Brenton Booth

Stolen LandscapesIt is Vincent van Gogh's 168th birthday. His yellow "Sunflower" painting is part of a collection we saw today at the National Gallery....

Three Poems by Caleb Wein

Witness Tree Does it hurt standing there unable to do anything but watch? How long does it take for soil to stop tasting like blood? A decade? A century? We all hold...

Four Poems by Kathryn C. Bratt-Pfotenhauer

Reading Mayakovsky in BrooklynIt’s past one at the Bad Luck Bar. On the corner, a couplepressed up against an iron fence. The neon lightof...

Three Poems by DeMisty D. Bellinger

Geomancy follow the flow of your foreheadhow it hovers above each eyebrowhow it anchors all that brain line up the line of your nosehow it extends...

Three Poems by Teebee Garner

Haiku For Ella Ella FitzgeraldWas the truth and the devilIs a boldfaced lie Ode to Bass Take the chords high and lowMake that rhythm flowPush that groove...

Three Poems by Beth Brown Preston

Birth of the Blues Was it Miles Davis’ “Kinda Blue” bringing me home to you? Or the musical memories of our mutual histories?Scott Joplin and...

The Monuments by Josh Young

The Monuments The monuments are goneGood riddance I sayTalk about losing a battleThey lost an entire war Cold cast iron facesof Lee, Jackson, and Jefferson Davis,Put...

Three Poems by Susan Mockler

Transformation Everyday, I delivermyself to impossibility.I transform:Today, a bird,my slumberous bodygiving way to lightweight skeleton,sturdy muscles, aero foil wingsthat lift me, flapping or soaringkeeping me...

Four Poems by Greta Ehrig

Interlude Even the Evening Grosbeaks yearn to move on,wandering from there to here to somewhere gone, partying at the feeder for a quarter of an hourthen...

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Two Poems by Jenna Cipolloni

Quarry The sun looks higher here by the quarry Daylight savings a forgotten grumblefor the sleep-deprived days of yestermonth. The time is truly 6:49, but soon thebiddies...

Two Poems by Faith Cotter

Beat An amniotic lake within meand you, floating then the deafening silence,static nothingness where I expected sound. For a week I am a shipwrecknot split open on rocky...

Two Poems by Ori Soltes

Late in the Game We sleep peacefully,side-by-side,except, by chance,when she or I turn outward, to the edgeof our plush and well-shaped bed. Never inward, it would...