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Two Poems by Amanda Shaw

Residuum “Detritus? I’ve never heard that word,”my new neighbor says, as I’m apologizing for whatI mistakenly rinsed off of my deck onto his below,the stems...

Three Poems by Mary Sesso

Waiting For a Hospital Bed Time stops in a room where flowersbloom on walls and a cardinal sitson a branch with leaves reddeningbut never fall....

Three Poems by Liza Boyce Linder

Delivery The two-member Council of Double Breasted Cormorants roosting on either end of the cross barof a defunct clothesline in the middle of a lake...

Three Poems by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub

Glass Dreams In dream,my father witnessed the ceremonial conclusion of my apprentice scholar period—when my name was summoned into awakening—accepts my absence from the quorum...

Two Poems About Water by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Inherent Limitations of Scaleafter Kay Ryan’s “Dynamic Scaling” the model boat in themodel waves made of water molecules of a certainirreducible size wind tunnel, containing miniature...

One Poem by Bill Kurz

The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

Follow the Directions It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time. She couldn’t remember when she had received it, wondered if she had borrowed...

lady day by Timothy Hudenburg

lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...

Three Poems by W. Luther Jett

It Is Not in the Sky There is a city in which I stopcoughing, the dustno longer plumes, the roaddoes not crack openfrom heat of...

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

My Sister Describes Cooking with Our Mom It was her job to put the lettuce and otherveggies in a big pot of cold saltwater. “We have...

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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...