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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...

To Fall by Alex Carrigan

To Fall My father is convinced thata World Trade Center jumper appearsin an animated movie.He claims the moment a boythrew himself off a towerwas traced...

Two Poems from Louis Efron

Arcadian Eyes dark eyes reflect smokey flashes from deafening staccato machine guns ...

Two Poems by Reuben Jackson

From The Adirondack Chair When young’uns (poets mostly) say elder They spout it having concluded that anyone over 39 sat a couple of rows back from Sappho in...

Two Poems by Lenny Lianne

WITH ME AND THE STARS No one can tie down the stars in one place, my father said as he explained how the summer constellations were different from...

Two Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

As Moon Beams Fade The tiger prowls at night, hunting moon beams as its prey. Wandering apparitions sail the darkness, searching for a place to rest. Landing past dawn,...

When Her Boyfriend Leaves by Steven Standage

When Her Boyfriend Leaves the dense wooden door slams shut with only a fewcentimeters of clearance from the cold tile floor,forcing a gust of frigid...

Three Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn

So Much was Possible Then— ...

Verbal Escalation by James Lane

Verbal Escalation Slowly, but surely I've been establishingresidency in your bedroom. I took out thatvacancy sign months ago. The services I'vereceived here are some of...

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Three Poems by Sandra S. McRae

Winter Solstice We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...

One Poem by Sarah Karowski

Kindly i want to diein the same way daddytakes care of tarantulas—kindly. pick me upby the leg & chuckme out the way. Sarah Karowski (she/her) is...

Street Scene by Vincent Casaregola

Street Scene Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like. Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
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