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Two Poems by Felicia Clark

AgingFrom construction paperlayered in pipe cleaners,uncooked noodlesand cotton balls;to cardstock trimmedfor business cards,in neat stacksor sweaty palms;to printer papertaken from the officefor a pile...

Two Poems by William Heath

Punk Rock I’m going to sponsor a punk rock concert: in exchange for a ticket, everyone who comes is given a musical instrument, chairs on the stage so people can...

Two Poems by Kenton K. Yee

Dinosaur Sonnet     “Everything is true, and nothing is true!”      —Albert Camus My vanilla is dripping while fires spreadand there must be better ways to say this. Land dinosaurs...

Fox Cubs by Erik Peters

Fox Cubs It was a cold day,the kind of cold only clearweather brings.that hardens the earthand makes life scarce. There was something ignobleabout the hunk of...

Three Poems by Josephine Carubia

Ode to You I give you the deep attention we call          reverie.You give me time of timelessness.You have the kind...

Two Poems by Ed Baranosky

I Stay​  I stay. But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's...

Two Poems by Jeffery “J.A.” Faulkerson

AGENT OF CHANGE During the WinterOf your discontentYou craveThe warm embrace of Spring,Knowing it will fade away toThe scintillating heatOf SummerBut you need not worry.No!Because...

Three Poems by Summer Hardinge

Aperture with thanks to Ikkyu SojunAnd I said, the moon is a house.It was...

Two Poems by Gary Grossman

Sir Isaac Newton's First Law of MetaphorAm I an object at rest or in motion?Newton proposes "an object at rest remains at rest" but...

Two Poems by Karla Daly

vixen’s screamsplintering shriek in the dark too late for nighthawk too early for...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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