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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...

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...

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Fox don’t care by Chris Fafard

Fox don’t care Like Fox beauty comes and Godtippy toe testing the edge of awareness untilwith a stroke of his fat brush tail –the color...

There is in the Water by Cassie Premo Steele

There is in the Water What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...

Two Poem by Sahar Choudhury

occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...
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