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Four Poems by Sally Zakariya

Sky Song Listen Up: Making Music from the Northern Lights – The Guardian, 12/22/2020 At the top of the North, Aurora hangs curtains of shimmering light across...

Four Poems by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Rhinoceros In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...

Two Poems by Serena Mangat

Serena is a passionate poet and writer who lives in the Midwest. Some of her favorite hobbies include reading books and spending time in...

Two Poems by Dale S. Brown

FACE My face distorts and dances in the rippling water. And a goldfish floats through my nose. SCRAWNY KID Scrawny kid. Lean against your crumbling shack, And try to paint with...

Four Poems by Sara Cahill Marron

The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021 America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...

Four Poems by Chris Biles

Settled in the Gray Dust weighs down the roomgiving an unfocused appearance, yetsomehow adding emphasisto the few items that remain:the soft table in front of...

Three Poems by Briana Craig

Crisis Economics in Three PartsI.Supply and demand. You have learned there are two things in supply and three in demand. You walk to the...

Two Poems by Maggie Bowyer

Losing Sight You were the first person I reached towards, A single, shaking arm Plunged into the thick Fog of fresh grief. You pulled me through The first awful snow, The first...

Four Poems by Katherine Anderson Howell

Morning Class in Washington, D.C. A sparrow collides, fallsglass to concrete Beak opens, body spasms. A student looks:me, bird, back. She wants instructions. Touch the birdto do what? Stun it...

Four Poems by Jacqueline Jules

Feathers in a Folktale The rabbi told the gossipto rip open a pillowand release the feathersto the wind. “Now bring them back,”the rabbi ordered.“Every single one.” Scattered...

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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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