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Two Poems by Ann Quinn

Winter Dream Time ravishes the line, with glare of colorYou fashion a sky, scarring silenceMoon hoards the light Scars of strangeLines fashioned into a druma sky...

Three Poems by Yvette Neisser

THE ARC OF THE SUN for my mother Here is what you have revealed: At eighteen,you rode a Greyhound from New Jerseyall the way down to...

Two Poems by Alex Carrigan

After the Ambulance Why can’t we break the tensionlike how your motherbroke that Waterford your father gave heron their thirty-fifth anniversary,the day her body first...

Three Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

French Resistance, without any French The raccoons lived in the back shedlike a family of nocturnal lawn mowers.The backyard just the front yardthat no one...

Infinite Nothing(s) by Ethan Goffman

Infinite Nothing(s) It is a law of the physical world—although not of mathematics—that if you multiply zero enough, 0 x 0 x 0 x 0...

Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Hobbs Square, 1955, Worcester, MAAfter a photograph of Cecile Aaronson by a Telegram and Gazette photographer The woman stands at the open windowon the day...

Three Poems by Stephani E.D. McDow

Cosquilla you provided for me make-believe-come-realfairy tales tangible and new<you added texture to my paintingsgrains of heaven engulfed in color and hue linear needs met wavy...

rabbit holes by Siskind

rabbit holes it begins with an opera mask formed in binary code i slip it on and am a p h a n t o m a master of...

Love, Me by Danielle Stonehirsch

Do you love me? she asks while she washes dishes.There is soap in her bangs, the sponge is fraying, the water splashes my fingersas...

the unknown by Nicole Farmer

for Sara the wind blows off the ocean making waves disappear to who knows where palm trees are galloping horsesthat have no say which way they are...

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The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens by Abigail Mills

The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens I am still water I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...

Time Is Plastic by Jay Ulfelder

TIME IS PLASTIC Time is plastic, but not like Lego—more like taffy. Toss whole seconds aside, or ..stretch.one. . . . out. Francesca and I...

Two Poems by Sid Gold

POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...