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One Poem by Brenton Booth

Stolen LandscapesIt is Vincent van Gogh's 168th birthday. His yellow "Sunflower" painting is part of a collection we saw today at the National Gallery....

Four Poems by Kathryn C. Bratt-Pfotenhauer

Reading Mayakovsky in BrooklynIt’s past one at the Bad Luck Bar. On the corner, a couplepressed up against an iron fence. The neon lightof...

Two Poems by J. Joy “Sistah Joy” Matthews Alford

Carrying Your Light (For Frank)When brightness seems extinguishedAnd moon nor stars light our wayWhen sadness heralds her victoryAnd joy no...

Three Poems by Jennifer McKeen Rodrigues

End of Summer As she steps off the bus, I notice dried tracks on her cheeks. The sun was out today, waving through a cool autumn breeze with nowhere...

Two Poems by Zama Madinana

hymn for the world senzeni na when the peaceful sun is cloaked & assaulted by the grey clouds of war women & children’s intestines are blasted in...

One Poem by Bill Kurz

The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

Follow the Directions It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time. She couldn’t remember when she had received it, wondered if she had borrowed...

Two Poems by Scott Ferry

tonight the sun sets in its usual fashion the spheres rotate inside themselves and then circumnavigate bodies in curved spacetime my children splash diamonds into the fire and acknowledge...

Two Poems by Dylan Tran

Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home I make small piles on my desk To separate the residents  Who have passed and those still waiting For letters that...

Three Poems by Miguel Avero, translated by Jona Colson

Insomne Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras formando el rostro de las noches en un cielo de humedad. Alimenta el viento la voz del aguacero, surca mis oídos y...

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Two Poems by Jenna Cipolloni

Quarry The sun looks higher here by the quarry Daylight savings a forgotten grumblefor the sleep-deprived days of yestermonth. The time is truly 6:49, but soon thebiddies...

Two Poems by Faith Cotter

Beat An amniotic lake within meand you, floating then the deafening silence,static nothingness where I expected sound. For a week I am a shipwrecknot split open on rocky...

Two Poems by Ori Soltes

Late in the Game We sleep peacefully,side-by-side,except, by chance,when she or I turn outward, to the edgeof our plush and well-shaped bed. Never inward, it would...
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