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Two Poems by Keith Munroe

Patty As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...

Three Poems by Lora Berg

You Choose Say you studied hard to understand the body,so hard that its ailments were no longer a mystery.Say you kept cures in jars behind...

Two Poems by Lynn White

A Question Of Identity On her 90th birthday she looked in the mirror and tried to identify the face looking back. She felt the same as ever but...

Two Poems by j. lewis

new chairs i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs chairs that had lastedfar beyond...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

In Love with Blue Blue is my favorite color. My car is blue—bright highlighter blue, easy to find in a parking lot. My front door is blue—a...

Three Poems by Dominic “Nerd” McDonald

Editor's Note: We present three poems from the upcoming book, I'd Rather Be Called a Nerd, by Dominic "Nerd" McDonald, winner of Day Eight's...

Two Poems by Eve Burton

puddling late summer sunbeams fall through forest leaves wet with recent rain my path beside the creek slippery with puddles mud and round wet stones without warning a cloud...

Two Poems by Peter Witt

Nighttime on the cusp of madness Nighttime ghosts cackle,eyes shut, painful gut,in a rut of another sleepless hour,no power to shutoff thoughts, delaysolutions, resolutions, absolutions,passing...

Three Poems by Tara Campbell

Abortion Sonnet When I have fears that I may cease to be before my pen can punctuate the brains of all those smug-ass pricks who only see the...

Two Poems by Allison Smith

All 281 Days It has been exactly 281 dayssince I last wrote of yesteryears,of DEFCON Level 5 fuckery,of pain, of harm, of shadows;with the knowing...

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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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