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Five Prose Poems by Laura Costas

Ariadne Awakens   She smoothed the creases in the bright blue sky, and when he arrived, there was barely time to clear the space between them...

Three Poems by Bernardine Watson

ANNIE I. Lament for Annie The pink door on Locust streetsits slightly ajar.Once grand,now suffering at the hands of too many strangerswho have no idea where...

Two Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Man Stands Outside the World Perched not so high,in squatty crouched gargoyleposition. Man stands outside the worldand I am that man. Rubbing a morning’s dewfrom gushing goldfingers. A...

Build a Brother by Elizabeth Ashe

Dear Brother, I have not seen you in fifteen years.I'm not sure how to miss you.At first it was easy,plug in your Super Nintendoand sit...

Two Sonnets by Jeff Nosanov

A Sonnet for My Wife, the Surgeon From where do you draw so much strength each dayTo fight the fight of life and death despairWhen...

A Kept Man by Matthew Ratz

If I were yours to keep, you’d have me in a  gilded case, with a large brass key dangling gingerly  from your belt loop.  But I am miles  out of...

Three Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Run into the Canyon and the Canyon Says Ouch! Darting eyes of the patchy coyote,no bodies in the brush because this is notsome simpleton dumping...

Two Poems by Lynda DeWitt

Billy G The snake circled the island, up the Hudson, down the Harlem,into the East, and around the point past Billy G’srent-controlled building on the...

Three Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

From Monet to a Miner’s Ass We are just back from the old world. A six hour time difference with serious jet lag. Too tired to make...

Three Poems by Nick Leininger

Breathe I can’t breathe, said the fish who soon would dieI am a lie, sung the bird who could not flyI am the truth, said...

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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...