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Two Poems by Allison Petrilla

Made Everyday came a new mold she didn’tfit as a girl What could she change to make mistakes never stain? Here was she wrapped in a box...

Three Poems by Christina Linsin

What Should Be Depression is not always darkness.Sometimes it’s padded-room whitenessthe brightness of claustrophobic conversationsindivisibly linked, infinite shards and chips,an overwhelming push toward cleavers of...

Two Poems by Shauna Shiff

Sunrise Each morning begins before night ends.The dog’s nose nudges her insistent hurryhurry! I can not wait! So in the dark, slow with sleep and still...

Two Poems by Lenny Liane

Escape Velocity Whenever clouds enshroudOrion’s hourglass of starsand the moon stays concealed,I feel a sadness, as if left alone. Yet how many times have I seen,in...

Four Poems by Kristin W. Davis

Dandelion on the Lawn little roar against shorn green. Blemishes—to pry outby their stems, bouquets of bright defiance. No, my father taught me, you wedgethe trowel down,...

War is the Best Con Ever Designed by James Huneycutt

War is the Best Con Ever Designed War is the best con ever designeddrafted by the only shyster we can’t bribe,a contract Death drafted that...

Four Poems by Brandon Douglas

In this special edition of The Mid-Atlantic Review, we celebrate the publication of Brandon Douglas' new book, Dipped in Cerulean. Brandon is the 2023...

Three Poems by Mary Lou Buschi

Oldest Living Things Spring again, dizzy with babies.Grisly groundhogs crawl from the shed.Frenzied Chipmunks traverse the drive.Cardinals dip and swirl over the doehiding in the...

Four Poems by Joseph Ross

When Langston Hughes Livedat 1749 S Street, NW, Washington, D.C. 1 Living with your motherand younger brother couldn’thave been easy. In two rooms,with one oil heateryou...

Two Poems by Hannah Fischer

Flirting with February Heavy beaked birdin the denuded trees. He flashed his frilly pantaloonsand if this were a barI might have lowered my lids to him,licked...

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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...