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Two Poems by Rebecca Dietrich

New Jersey is My Home Home is where I feel sand between my toes And smell freshly made boardwalk funnel cake Sandcastles are washed away by the...

A Poem by Matthew Ratz

But Nothing Is How does one measureenough-ness? Existingas the sum ofallone would ever need?I can littleascertainfor myself if even Isuffice It is a feelingintangible as etheronly...

Two Poems by Kimberly Ray

WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE? Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone? Tucked in tighter to...

Three Poems by Juliana Schifferes

Close Encounter at a Grocery Store Grayed Vans, downcast eyes Bear lumbering after cookies How have you turned bald?! Your quiet stare ceased. How dare you remain yourself! Return to...

Two Poems by Claudia Gary

Cut and Run 1.Faced with a mango’ssweetness, I recallhow my aunt would slicethe flame-hued ovoid— cross-hatching sections,flipping the soft skininside-out, each pieceoffering itself to my lips or...

Four Poems by CL Bledsoe

Going Off Meds The first day is fine. You think, I can dothis. I’m better like this. It doesn’t matter,because you went off for a...

Two Poems by Sarah DeCorla-Souza

PinkSince I was a child, I loved it,though everyone said I shouldn't, not with the shadow of the 1950son our backs, a refrigerator the color of...

Three Poems by Karren Alenier

making mythology on an island in the Ionian Sea when the parea this timethree sympaticos decidedto spend a week on the islandLefkada the cousins balkedso...

Three Poems by Amy Eisner

Mother It’s strange waking up as a woman after yearsof being chair, mattress, horse, cart,water bug treading the surface of a pond. My face was a...

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...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

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...
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