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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 Poems by Dion Farquhar

“Woke” Words Purged              “These Words Are Disappearing in the NewTrump Administration,” New York Times, March 7, 2025* Underscored words survived the purge. diverse litany of...

Homemade Saints by Bliss Goldstein

You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they...

Four Poems by Kelvin C. Bias

SURVIVAL MECHANISMFor a land-grab moment,I am eight years old,A celebrant in heaven.Hand in hand withMy daughters.Glory, elation, youth.Tantrums of joyElucidated by theirChyron thoughts,“I like...

Two Poems by Jeremy Stelzner

CucumbersHey God.Thanks for Tomatoes red as the engine of life.See, dicing them dulls the labored days,bringing me as close to meditation as I’ve ever been.And...

Four Poems by Rohan Buettel

City Blocks(After ‘In Flanders Fields’ by John McCrae)In city blocks the missiles, bombs explode,families slaughtered in homes, on the road,in basement boltholes civilians still...

Two Poems by Jamilah Ali

Do Black People Speak a Foreign Language?Hell to the no. You told me 50 years agoDonna Reed cannot translate jive into Wonder BreadUnderstood soft...

Inheritances by Bliss Goldstein

Inheritances My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will. Do you want me to...

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...

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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...

One Poem by June Gervais

Loop   Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted to shoot them, our history teacher said.  - He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district  since childhood. Of course we’d heard them  - too: In...
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