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Four Poems by Olga Livshin

A Big Mug of Awesome Tea Lemon balm from the Carpathian Mountains.She steeped it on her Odesa balcony, letting the tea breathe its small fragrance...

Two Poems by Piérre Ramon Thomas

Earthly Interference in Cosmic Communications Waves pass through me,Slicing me nicelyWhile leaving me whole. Currents beseechMy embarkment:Admiral of the crests. Yet Paper with dead presidentsOccupy so much...

Two Poems by Virginia Samuel

too far out holding fire,but taking aim - puttingBackthe hands of time - hidden in my breastshattered fragmentsof bombs and rockets - making my waythrough unknown waters a shadowpasses...

Suburban Spiritual by Kirby Wright

Suburban Spiritual Someone plays “Amazing Grace”On a xylophone.Reverbs from the bombingsAdd percussion. Unexpected heat drives many indoors,Even the crazy flying twin garage flags.Shadows hidden in showersBecome...

Three Poems by Elizabeth Cohen

The Museum of 3:00 am This is when they visit youall the gathered piecesof everything. They come rushing inin groups, in squads,in platoons, in cliques. And the...

Four Poems by Lora Berg

Globe-Spinning To make my own book about a voyage to Japanwhen I was nine, I clipped color picturesfrom a travel magazine, pretendingI’d set sail, arrived...

Two Poems by Nicholas Pagano

Red Tower At this height, it looks lesslike defeated, more withstood.Summer’s hottest daysin dwindle, retreatinguntil the sameas any other battle foughtand survived. I believein victory,...

Funland by David Fallick

Funland I stole her away, I did.I stole her away.I went into her restaurantAnd stole her away. She has a Chinese restaurantShe ran it with her...

Three Poems by Summer Hardinge

Aperture with thanks to Ikkyu SojunAnd I said, the moon is a house.It was...

Two Poems by Gary Grossman

Sir Isaac Newton's First Law of MetaphorAm I an object at rest or in motion?Newton proposes "an object at rest remains at rest" but...

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Two Poems by Yvette Neisser

Ode to the Analog Age Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper. Praise phone booths...

Three Poems by Kay White Drew

WHERE ARE THE SUPERHEROES?A jubilant time, the era of the superhero,that decade when a vital young President,rejuvenated by a medical breakthrough,laid down plans for...

Two Poems by Ellen Carter

The night before I have not met you yetbut I knowyou will be herein the morning.I am waiting.So are you.Will you rememberyour creationmade of trust...