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Two Poems by Laurel Brett

PEONY BUD a sphere as roundas earth     multifoliate— petals foldedinto possibilities ovate leaves the backdropwaxy with the future— jade pigment—the outlines capture impatiencelike waiting rain the main event—the pink of...

Two Poems by Thu Anh Nguyen

My Mother Sizes Me You come to me shaking, cradling tissuein your palm so carefully that I didn’t recognizeyour softness, open to me for once....

Two Poems by Mary Whitlow

Neon Reverie The suit wore him—too white, too new.  A cigar flared; smoke curled in balcony air.  Penthouse whispers steeped in carat gold;his voice like...

Taffy by Josh Young

Taffy My heart is salt water taffy. Salty, sweet, sticky. Comes in a colorful box often found in the bargain bin of a gift soft...

Four Poems by Azalea Aguilar

Sunday Best he blows dandelions for his babies in the corner store parking lotin their Sunday best, following this morning's sermontheir wishes scatter across the...

God Was Hiding by Daniel Cano

God Was Hiding Faith cannot be held as an old grey handNor as a breath to put voice to prayerIn faith I rendered a final...

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...

Two Poems by Lisa Couturier

I Cannot Be Your Quiet All my years of blustery men and mewishing they’d stop whistling, cutting me off,tightening the tessitura of my voice.I never...

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Inheritances by Bliss Goldstein

Inheritances My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will. Do you want me to...

Two Poems by Dianne L. Knox

Mow Me DownHe was mowing the ditch, not with a string cutterbut with a heavy moweras I walked by he felt he needed to...

A Simple Machine by Eric W. Schramm

A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society. Frayed and wild...