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Two Poems by Nathan Scheer

“Lost” -For NACIs it possible to grievefor someone who still breathes?To mourn someone who still walksand works and talks...

Three Poems by Revonne Johnson

When the Hat Went Up Remembering the Montgomery, Alabama, Riverfront brawl.When the...

One Poem by Brenton Booth

Stolen LandscapesIt is Vincent van Gogh's 168th birthday. His yellow "Sunflower" painting is part of a collection we saw today at the National Gallery....

Four Poems by Kathryn C. Bratt-Pfotenhauer

Reading Mayakovsky in BrooklynIt’s past one at the Bad Luck Bar. On the corner, a couplepressed up against an iron fence. The neon lightof...

Three poems by Marta Holliday

These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...

Two Poems by J. Joy “Sistah Joy” Matthews Alford

Carrying Your Light (For Frank)When brightness seems extinguishedAnd moon nor stars light our wayWhen sadness heralds her victoryAnd joy no...

Three Poems by Jennifer McKeen Rodrigues

End of Summer As she steps off the bus, I notice dried tracks on her cheeks. The sun was out today, waving through a cool autumn breeze with nowhere...

Two Poems by Zama Madinana

hymn for the world senzeni na when the peaceful sun is cloaked & assaulted by the grey clouds of war women & children’s intestines are blasted in...

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 ...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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