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Borrow Somebody’s Dreams by Emily Goff

There was a time when I went to great lengths to find beautiful words to make my poetry beautiful & you’ve gotta hand it to me, because...

Two Poems by Terrence Sykes

Prague Sonata turmeric & ginger copper early dusk along the Vltava faded rose moon reluctantly tendrils across ashened stars autumn cicada murmur & chant cluttered linden grove ancient medlar merely staging poetic lament amongst  branches longing  nightingale I remember sky My...

On John Coltrane’s “After the Rain” by Joseph Ross

Even the air seems to take a breath once the shower gives way to a dry mercy. The watery saxophone and the piano’s chilly glance speak the...

How Can It Be? by Naomi Thiers

The only way to have hope—how can it be?— is to walk into the streets not as a beggar, not as one crushed to a shadow, holding a cup,...

Two Poems by Beth Konkoski

Linger We could perch on the details of this near end.  How I have worn you as my skin for decades, let every sense curve toward a...

Two Poems by Sally Toner

Lady Liberty Finds Sand Dollars in Coronado I pay no attention to lovers twined around each other like ropes on sailboat masts.  My eyes avoid their youth, fixed instead on the afternoon horizon—the swath...

Ads by Theo Luce

Ads “JOIN THE DMV! BUY OUR ORGANIC SALSA!” Burning on filthy subway walls Jerking back, muttering “it’s too bright,” Train coming, train coming A long silver bullet blasting through...

Two Poems by Susan Meehan

Goddesses Incognito Underneath the drab, the daily, we are passionate goddesses parading in spangles glinting jewels shimmering cloth that mirror our enticing hips. Underneath ragged watchcaps, we are tender goddesses crowned in headwraps tiaras mantillas bandanas that accentuate our nobility. Underneath...

Two Poems by John Johnson

My Ancestors My ancestors picked cotton Worked hard stacked brick by brick The old say the young Just scroll the mouse Facebook Instagram and click They call them the instant Microwave...

Two Poems by Beth Konkoski

Night Sky with Donald Trump If I put him beneath a sky full of stars, stood him without phone or tablet, landline or screen, broke his connection with the...

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You Ask Me About America’s Future by Heather Bruce Satrom

You Ask Me About America’s Future I remember this –I was a child clutching the string of a green balloonShivering next to classmatesOn a blustery...

Two Poems by Tony Nicholas Clark

stars melt in your skin for R.M quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder. you first reminisced, as if...

After William Carlos Williams by David Eberhardt

After William Carlos Williams So much De Pends Uponthe dazed chickens Fraughtwith meltwater Besidesthe demonic and menacing Icecream truck Thatcirculates the neighborhood Withan off-key kilter tune: (Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...