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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...

Two Poems by Alexander Olesker

Cape Cod Peace rumbles in the distance like thunder then flashes in your window like lightening to hang heavy in the air like the damp so the boards...

Seeing by Holly Mason

I. “Koi,” in Japanese, is homophonic for the word “love.”   Koi fish can recognize the person that feeds them.   Circling your mother’s pond, they open their wide mouths to vanish the...

One Step Down by John Huey

Toward the New Year, that late December, we parked the car near the old Sealtest Plant just off Pennsylvania a block down from Washington Circle where, since...

Statue in the Shallows by Rebecca Leet

Odd. Just plain odd. No other word for it. It’s hard to see, against the backdrop of beech and brush at the edge of the river. Fisherfolk...

All You Remember by Rose Strode

Climb the stairs. Take the call. Stand by the old green chair. Don’t sit down. Hear your mother say It’s cancer. Don’t answer right away. Clamp down your fear before you...

Refugee, 15 by Naomi Thiers

Fear is in your bread and you must choke it down. To think of home— the courtyard with its red filigreed rug, the peel-paint walls, how the breeze...

The Story of My Father by Holly Karapetkova

He spoke seven languages and was never allowed to leave the country. He’d gone to school in Paris, which made him an enemy of the...

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Two Poems by Isabelle Foster

This Little Slice of Life This little slice of lifewhere morning mango melts on the tipof your tongue so used to the tasteof sweet-sounding birds...

Two Poems by Daniel Edward Moore

Immaculate Ruins It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing sentinel from the love seat’s worn...

Two Poems by Walter Hill

- after Marcellus Williams they killed him in a Missouri jail yesterday. they took his grey beard & bald head. yesterdaythey rained death upon a...
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