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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...

Haiku by Charles David Kleymeyer

Haiku Haiku haiku moment — most pure before words form   swallowing cherry blossoms… will I compose haiku with a japanese heart?   loon skimming still lake above its own image — ...

Two Poems by Courtney LeBlanc

Ocean I’ve got insomnia again. I lay awake for hours, listening to the fan whirl as my thoughts swim round and round to you. You’re six hours behind so when I can’t sleep...

The Fallen by David Allen Sullivan

Off trail where there was no trail, where your heart was an injured bird, where you buried your love for your first wife, and for her lover— whom...

Complicity by Carol Poster

Caught in the gusting wind, a swallowtail flutters ahead. The lights are red for eight lanes in each direction, leaving a vast emptiness at the heart of the intersection, except...

Shared Bed by Maryhelen Snyder

Grandgirl, you are in my bed now, and in all of it. You are horizontal and your soccer feet are planted like oaks on the far...

Two Poems by Jacqueline Jules

Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving My mother framed the Rockwell painting. That image of matriarch in white apron setting down white platter with turkey large enough to feed all the smiling...

The Burden of Southern History by W. Perry Epes

As if England and Nature were the same, At Williamsburg we imitate by culling Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game! And out we strut, colonialling, Having to mincestep Revolution...

Train by Emily Goff

an angel fell asleep on my shoulder last evening, in the train car aswarm with humans who had tumbled in from the city, some drunken with reddish...

Pergola by Serena Agusto-Cox

I never grew out of cookies and milk I grew in. Someone reflective, not out loud. Even behind the smoke, I saw wheels turn and wondered where had you gone?   Perhaps it...

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Two Poems by Bill Ratner

They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells...

 IF FREEDOM DIES by Alan Abrams

IF FREEDOM DIES What’s next for us, if freedom dies–For those of us, they smear as woken—must we wear their yoke of lies? They seal their...

Three Poems by Lesley Younge

Rock Paper Scissors Water. water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater water to...
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