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War is the Best Con Ever Designed by James Huneycutt

War is the Best Con Ever Designed War is the best con ever designeddrafted by the only shyster we can’t bribe,a contract Death drafted that...

One Poem by Bill Kurz

The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

Follow the Directions It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time. She couldn’t remember when she had received it, wondered if she had borrowed...

lady day by Timothy Hudenburg

lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...

The Odds Weren’t in Our Favor

The Odds Weren’t In Our Favorfor Janet A classic exit affair, she called it—and the diploma on the wallbacked up her assertion. Withour passion hot...

Where Vessels Go to Die by Uma Shankar

Where Vessels Go to Die Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...

Two Poems by Scott Ferry

tonight the sun sets in its usual fashion the spheres rotate inside themselves and then circumnavigate bodies in curved spacetime my children splash diamonds into the fire and acknowledge...

Two Poems by Dylan Tran

Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home I make small piles on my desk To separate the residents  Who have passed and those still waiting For letters that...

typing double r’s by Doritt Carroll

typing double r's is a mistake my computer is attached tolike loving the wrong personor eating after 8 it can’t resistgiving me a string of themeach...

The Unfolding by Matthew Ratz

The Unfolding A flower blooming is the unfolding of all it could have ever been, its insides bellow outward; its potential is birthed under the...

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Three Poems By Heaven Santiago

STABILISER My eyes floatedtowards nearby archers ...

Three Poems By Michael Young

Love Letters We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...

Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...
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