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Four Poems by Jacqueline Jules

Feathers in a Folktale The rabbi told the gossipto rip open a pillowand release the feathersto the wind. “Now bring them back,”the rabbi ordered.“Every single one.” Scattered...

Two Poems by Bernardine (Dine) Watson

The Ballad of Alice Hortense Some sweet morningI can’t say whenThe sun’s gonna melt my days awayAnd I’ll flow beside the knowing riverTill the rushing...

Two Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Positive Vision Quest Dig your many trenches of attrition where you must.The inside job comes right from the gutand nowhere else. Happiness is when what you...

Trio by Silver Webb

Your Ghost Lights Me I know that you do In the afternoon Under a warm blanket Sun on the couch. I feel it Honey in my vertebrae Pulled out of my...

Two Poems by Christine M. Du Bois

Metamorphosis No one asks the caterpillar.Survival has selected her destinylong before she swallowsher first lush, trembling leaf--sending her, impelling herto commit herselfwillingly,even eagerlyto the tiny...

Three Poems by Yvette Neisser

DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FROM MY FORMER SELF I lost everything:the contours of the body I knewthe housethe identity of wife/motherhalf of a couplea name that...

Day Job by Allison Whittenberg

After a night of therapeutic bottle and blunt passing He wakes on earth at 5AM In a lumpy bed He goes to the airport in his overalls Brandishing...

Two Poems by Anna Idelevich

Early in the morning Early in the morning jelly smokes over the water, put semolina and millet in the boiler and make a dream in the ocean...

Autumn Fading-Director’s Cut by William T. Blackburn

Green* Fleshy limbs fingerpaint the sky That wondrous joy of life bedecked in emerald sheaves Parasols twirling, swirling overhead Shade from a beaming sun Meal for all things living Red Cavorting...

Two Poems by Gregory McGreevey

cicada's hymn Untitled Untitled Your name has become muscle memory for me. The atavistic tendencies of time travel. Sweet billowing hills laying rampant like a red carpet....

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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...