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Three Poems by Laura H.K.

Bold City Rats this is the dreamscapeour delusive contentment the afterglow and the roachthe street sweepersthe skin scratchersand the dope we are the rats in the trash...

Two Poems by Thaina Joyce

Why I Hate Going to the Doctor I’d rather drive with my windows down to the hair salon than to my doctor’s office. My hairdresser examines the...

Mid-Atlantic Tributaries by Gregory McGreevy

Mid-Atlantic Tributaries Flag folded, receipt penultimate,bridges slumping, leaves rotten, brownedges curling inward, raceunder the trusses, down, downahead of the ice crystals, coagulatingskyward in cobalt, excess...

Four Poems by Amuche the Poet

Notes From a Black Figure Model I am a slave to the time. Four 5’s, break. Two 10’s, break. One 20, break. Everytime the timerticks,...

Two Poems by Cody Bock

Dawn of creation With the swirl of a wrist and the twitch of an untamed browRock rose out of oceanAnd light met mountains in the...

A Good Deal by Sunayna Pal

A Good Deal I don't like empty vases populating my tiny house but after uploading my listing of the car I came across a blue Ming vase. Not...

Two Poems by Chloe Yelena Miller

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

Three Poems by Lisa Couturier

In Florida, Visiting My Father Who Has Parkinson’s and Dementia Like sand dunes, his cheeks are sliding away and his white hair has collectedin tufts...

Three Poems by Patric Pepper

Earth Down here on Earth we live in craziness: plants eat air, light, water and dirt; animals eat plants; animals eat animals; plants eat animals; people eat...

Three Poems by Áine Greaney

I’m from potholes in the bóithrín road limestone walls whitethorn bushes aged fields and mossy stones drip-drip hedges before a blue farm gate apples rotting under...

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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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