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One Poem by Bill Kurz

The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

Follow the Directions It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time. She couldn’t remember when she had received it, wondered if she had borrowed...

Three Poems by W. Luther Jett

It Is Not in the Sky There is a city in which I stopcoughing, the dustno longer plumes, the roaddoes not crack openfrom heat of...

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

My Sister Describes Cooking with Our Mom It was her job to put the lettuce and otherveggies in a big pot of cold saltwater. “We have...

Two Poems by Sara Smith

Find the Door Deeper and darker I fallInto a rabbit hole that’s supposed to feel like homeTried squeezing into those ballet flats for months on...

Peaches & Poetry by Grace Hasson

Peaches & Poetry I’m trying to leave my phone in the drawer,to get enough sleep, and drink more water.All while the world tumbles towardsbecoming rubble—it...

Two Poems by DL Pravda

Boativation (Kayak Poem #22) Broen and I catch Mother Weather napping,push off into her belly, glide on glassinto the York River. Glittering current requiresthe paddle...

Two Poems by Donald Illich

Entranced by Fire I light the forest,see what burned looks like,more visceral than AIpictures. Flaking branches,like fish on a grill.Black smoke, crawlingalong acre after acre...

Two Poems by Susan Scheid

Resilience Even the “R” has curvesbends to the groundreboundsjoins the othersto lead the wayon its thin legs The Jade Belt I feel the scales form.First behind my...

Four Poems by Jean Nordhaus

When Horowitzfor my brother When Horowitz played Carnegie for war bondsyou were an ovumswimming through the ovary,a pearl among the roe.Scraps of cloudstruck sharps and...

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Two Poems by Dianne L. Knox

Mow Me DownHe was mowing the ditch, not with a string cutterbut with a heavy moweras I walked by he felt he needed to...

A Simple Machine by Eric W. Schramm

A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society. Frayed and wild...

Three Poems by Reginald Harris

Untitled: On the Bus (A) Black men (man) glance (s)at each other (me)then quickly look (s) away.A quick check (-ing out),a look to size (each...
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