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Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain by Nicole Farmer

Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain I want you on my faceRunning rivers into my earsDrowning my (fuck) muddled mindWashing me clean Transformed to a tall oakLeaving...

Three Poems by Mary Beth Hines

Barred Owl Wind ruffles her mask, white down fringed in black, her dark eyes steeled to the task. Hooked beak wide she drills the air with a caterwaul of...

Two Poems by Eric D. Goodman

Dry Splash All these years we’ve been worried about the sea levels rising, when what we should have paid attention to was the fresh water levels falling. Long-forgotten riverbeds...

Aleinu by Alan Abrams

Aleinu Dear Allen Ginsberg, no angelheaded hipster am I,nor have I ever seen those staggering Mohammedan angels–not in my deepest swirling dreams.Some life force always...

Two Poems by Keith Munroe

Patty As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...

Two Poems by Lynn White

A Question Of Identity On her 90th birthday she looked in the mirror and tried to identify the face looking back. She felt the same as ever but...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

In Love with Blue Blue is my favorite color. My car is blue—bright highlighter blue, easy to find in a parking lot. My front door is blue—a...

Four Poems by Raymond Luczak

I have watched you swing from light to shadow, and back again. / Your chariot was made of black moonstone.

Two Poems by Eve Burton

puddling late summer sunbeams fall through forest leaves wet with recent rain my path beside the creek slippery with puddles mud and round wet stones without warning a cloud...

Two Poems by Sara Burnett

Afterward, in Waves I’m no longer afraid of not doingthe right thing. I leave clothes on the drying rackfor days. Reading, I eat chocolate,smear the page. It’s not...

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Two Poems by Jamilah Ali

Do Black People Speak a Foreign Language?Hell to the no. You told me 50 years agoDonna Reed cannot translate jive into Wonder BreadUnderstood soft...

Homemade Saints by Bliss Goldstein

You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they...

The Opposite of Gaslighting by Sunu P. Chandy

*With gratitude to all who contributed to this crowd-sourced list poem following my social media inquiry I’m so sorry that happened to you.It makes sense...
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