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Joan, Bob and Ginsberg by Anant Dhavale

Joan, Bob, and Ginsberg If you had known Joan and Bob you would have said they were such crazies - her hauntingly beautiful voice his wildly cataclysmic fantasies...

Detox by Keith Aaron Munroe

DetoxIn the morning her long hair drapes like black tears over her shoulders,her Hispanic bones bruised with alcohol and sorrowso that when she says...

Infinite Nothing(s) by Ethan Goffman

Infinite Nothing(s) It is a law of the physical world—although not of mathematics—that if you multiply zero enough, 0 x 0 x 0 x 0...

rabbit holes by Siskind

rabbit holes it begins with an opera mask formed in binary code i slip it on and am a p h a n t o m a master of...

Reflections of the Delta by Eugene Tibbs

Reflections of the Delta An old Cadillac floats past the snow-white fields,Its old dents have traveled here before,Soft blue-sky surrounds the car, enveloping the ground,The...

Two Poems by Lucy Collins

The Exodus of Icarus Standing in the candlelightWatching the flames flicker up, and down,Watching your eyes turn golden and fill with determination.You say you’ll carry...

Memories by Jasmin Wu

Memories I’ll never forget the kitchen with the drooling wafts of bashful morning sun dribbling through the yawning window.I’ll never forget the kitchen with the...

Collections by Gail Atwater

Collections My childhood collectionsstamps from every countryplaced neatly in a booktiny porcelain cats in a boxand stories about their livesthat made sense Fifty years later, I...

Wish to be Wind by Garrett Souliere

Wish to Be Wind Two men come,With man-built instruments;They laid on the groundTarps, big, blue, stretchedCanvases collect whatwas left of this year's trees. Brown blankets breakWet...

A Poem by Alan Abrams

To a Lover, Foolishly Abandoned Years Ago, For Her Birthday in Early April What I wish for you: sunrise, with just the right number of...

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Three Poems By Heaven Santiago

STABILISER My eyes floatedtowards nearby archers ...

Three Poems By Michael Young

Love Letters We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...

Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...
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