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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...

Three Poems by Brandon C. Spalletta

What’s Left of My Grandmother’s Signature In her room at Poet’s Walkher first name begins witha cursive J elegantlycompleting itself on the wall, resting in suspended...

Two Poems by Kate Stolzfus

The Night I Hear Sharon Olds Read Some rooms look dead from the outside.I eat late. I drink so much. Cold moon over an old drugstore...

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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...