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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...

Three Poems by Miguel Avero, translated by Jona Colson

Insomne Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras formando el rostro de las noches en un cielo de humedad. Alimenta el viento la voz del aguacero, surca mis oídos y...

Happy Thoughts Vol 1: How to Get Rich While Being Your Best Self by Bill Kurz

Happy Thoughts Vol 1:How to Get Rich While Being Your Best Self 1there is no poetry in America      only workwar       ...

Merely a Woman, Yet a Force to Be Reckoned With by Berita Nibigira

Our communities and societies often see merely a woman in you. But what they do not see is that we are a force to...

Three Poems from Gillian Thomas

loose harvest In another life, I was edible flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee that said tubular. It came to define me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...

One Poem by Sarah Kristensen

The Beckoning One evening when the sky was a dark opal blue And the gnarled trees Swayed and bent in the deep wind, The boxwood scented air...

Two Poems by Sean Felix

Sabbath I Every moment, in the waning sun is christened with the possibility of rest, with the knowledge that another is worthy of the green’s blessing, with the delight of light...

Three Poems by Indran Amirthanayagam

Meditation Under the Tree I think of you at every moment of the day even if there are others in the world, other wars to fix. It is...

What You Owe Me by Monica Leak

What You Owe Me Truly this nation remains in debtDespite approving the funds necessary to address the ceilingYes, we the people,Bound by a noninclusive constitutionWith...

Hungry by Ashanee Kottage

Hungry In high school I was voted “Always hungry” I was an athlete so this Made sense I was also a woman, so, yeah, I was constantly craving. My hunger is...

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You Ask Me About America’s Future by Heather Bruce Satrom

You Ask Me About America’s Future I remember this –I was a child clutching the string of a green balloonShivering next to classmatesOn a blustery...

Two Poems by Tony Nicholas Clark

stars melt in your skin for R.M quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder. you first reminisced, as if...

After William Carlos Williams by David Eberhardt

After William Carlos Williams So much De Pends Uponthe dazed chickens Fraughtwith meltwater Besidesthe demonic and menacing Icecream truck Thatcirculates the neighborhood Withan off-key kilter tune: (Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
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