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2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River by Calum Robertson

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River time’s a runny egg yolk always on brown toast honey & oats medieval peasant teachings...

and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg

spend your time  and heal thyself  then the world  waning such limited time  our warming gift  small hands pressed into clay  art but a reflection  the way they once moved  --and grasped T....

Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Bellevue Library I remember this library as hiddenin trees, perched on the hillside,pierced by birdsong. I looked out from the second floorto see the oak trees,...

Two Poems by Rick Black

Brussel Sprouts in the Pandemic As we kneelin this galaxyof lost stars, the imprintof our handsin the earth remains.The virus is spreading,and yet we plantedBrussel sproutsyesterday— and mustard greens.And...

Two Poems by Christine M. Du Bois

Metamorphosis No one asks the caterpillar.Survival has selected her destinylong before she swallowsher first lush, trembling leaf--sending her, impelling herto commit herselfwillingly,even eagerlyto the tiny...

Three Poems by Yvette Neisser

DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FROM MY FORMER SELF I lost everything:the contours of the body I knewthe housethe identity of wife/motherhalf of a couplea name that...

Day Job by Allison Whittenberg

After a night of therapeutic bottle and blunt passing He wakes on earth at 5AM In a lumpy bed He goes to the airport in his overalls Brandishing...

Autumn Fading-Director’s Cut by William T. Blackburn

Green* Fleshy limbs fingerpaint the sky That wondrous joy of life bedecked in emerald sheaves Parasols twirling, swirling overhead Shade from a beaming sun Meal for all things living Red Cavorting...

Sorrow by Christine M. Du Bois

I walked today in Wilmington. No Biden sightings, but I had a most perfect look at a Cooper's hawk --the best of all my years of...

I Garden Weeds by Ethan Goffman

I wouldn’t say I have a brown thumb.Fresh green weeds spring up where I garden,infiltratingthe flowering natives. I cultivate a wild look,but when does the...

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Three Poems by Reginald Harris

Untitled: On the Bus (A) Black men (man) glance (s)at each other (me)then quickly look (s) away.A quick check (-ing out),a look to size (each...

Éramos varias mujeres/We were several women by Guadalupe Ángela translated into English by Yael Kiken

The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...

Three Poems by Brittany Morgan

Ode to Mama’s Mac and Cheese A recipe passed downfrom her Mamawhen she was twenty-fourand hungry. Some kind of tomatoes,whatever noodles you can find,and any cheese...
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