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Two Poems by R.E.I.L.

Piece for PEACE For my grandmother (Feb 2, 1956 - February 13, 2020) I’m trying to find the right words to make sense or peace with...

Three Poems by Claudia Gary

Shadow Selfie Projected onto shalebut rooted in this planet,we long to countervailthe weight of sandstone, granite,and metamorphic rocks.We welcome paradox. Our presence is a maskagainst the...

Collections by Gail Atwater

Collections My childhood collectionsstamps from every countryplaced neatly in a booktiny porcelain cats in a boxand stories about their livesthat made sense Fifty years later, I...

Wish to be Wind by Garrett Souliere

Wish to Be Wind Two men come,With man-built instruments;They laid on the groundTarps, big, blue, stretchedCanvases collect whatwas left of this year's trees. Brown blankets breakWet...

A Poem by Alan Abrams

To a Lover, Foolishly Abandoned Years Ago, For Her Birthday in Early April What I wish for you: sunrise, with just the right number of...

Two Poems by Reuben Jackson

Long Distance Love A friend sendsA picture of three chickensStanding in a kind ofFormationOn a road whereThe snow has begunTo retreat FunnyI tell herI was singing...

Four Poems by John Monagle

BLACKOUT I know you are cold,motionless under covers holding the warmthso that freeze won't seep into your skin.I know you are cold,on the sofa under...

Easter Eve in Philadelphia 1963: For My Sisters by Bernardine (Dine) Watson

On the nightbefore the resurrection,four little girlsare seated aroundthe dining room tablea rainbow of chocolatesand twice as sweet. Sisters, they gather to performa family sacrament--turning...

Two Poems by Dreama Frisk

Sister in the Groves In the darkness of an early morning,In the chill of a tropical winter,My car trails the work busAlong narrow, sandy roads. The...

The Rusalka’s Dance by Elizabeth Stevens

I watch him from my waters, wondering at what his thoughts may be. He cuts at reeds along my riverbanks, his sickle an arc of whistling air,...

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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...