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Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...

Two Poems by Dianne L. Knox

Coaling the Furnace Am I such a romantic to believethat the coaling of the furnacewas a job my parents enjoyed sharingbefore it was exchanged for...

Two Poems by Daniel Edward Moore

Nativity Blues at the Border The world was dark. Very dark. Political tensions were high.He thought maybe a star. A very bright star. Could end...

Three Poems by J. Chester Johnson

Between(triple haiku) I must grow leanerWith thought and age: from wine toWater, beef to broth. Between here and there,Should a man of decline choosePrayer over repair? When...

Two Poems by Naomi Leimsider

Section/Grave/Block, Flushing NY “Charon, the ferryman of the dead, his hand on the boat-pole, calls me now: ‘Why are you tarrying? Make haste, you hinder...

Two Poems by Felicia Clark

AgingFrom construction paperlayered in pipe cleaners,uncooked noodlesand cotton balls;to cardstock trimmedfor business cards,in neat stacksor sweaty palms;to printer papertaken from the officefor a pile...

Two Poems by William Heath

Punk Rock I’m going to sponsor a punk rock concert: in exchange for a ticket, everyone who comes is given a musical instrument, chairs on the stage so people can...

Two Poems by Emma Loomis-Amrhein

drought anatomy #4 dried out creek beddry stacked stonethe limbs of a woodstove, relatively ancientscattered leaves dropped off their rusty hingesthe vestigial chaos of the...

Two Poems by Zixiang Zhang

atlas goes under hanna’s outer band bears down on the man.waves impound concrete piles on north padre island. a mist-maker, circling in his pen, hurls the...

Two Poems by Kenton K. Yee

Dinosaur Sonnet     “Everything is true, and nothing is true!”      —Albert Camus My vanilla is dripping while fires spreadand there must be better ways to say this. Land dinosaurs...

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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...