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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...

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,...

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Two Poems by Jim Smith

A Heart-Shaped Amulet Gazing upon the houses and fields of my kingdomI can see my grandmother outside a cottage –around her neck a heart-shaped amulet.Behind...

Three Poems by Richard Peabody

How Soon Is Now? Christmassomewhere in Dixie a young mothernurses her baby listening to anythingbut The Smiths while geekstry to figure out her nameher location Students shotthe footage yet thered hat that...

Two Poems by Patric Pepper

Fenwick Island I wish you were here,for you would understandhow the confident starscan move this nightto companionable pity,unwholesome as it is,how the imperishable seamasquerades its...
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