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Four Poems by Michael Young

Fragments From where we sit, the waves seemto insist on shoving everything asideand always right at our feet, buildinga beach out of its bottomless discards:out...

Two Poems by CLS Sandoval

I Was SilentTW: Sexual Assault At least three Long IslandsI thought I could hangHe was such a gentlemanWalking me homeMemories are only in fragments The officer...

Painting by Alice Neel by Nadia Arioli

Painting by Alice Neel Once in childhood, I saw love in an art book.Painting of Geoffrey Hendricks and Brian.But, of course, I couldn’t read thenand...

Two Poems by Michelle Ott

On Learning to Be Alone You are not supposed to want itout loud (or so I am told): the breaking open of the sternum,the flooding of...

Three Poems by James Gurley

Starry Night And the Astronauts “When I paint space, I am with the astronauts,”—Alma Thomas, visionary artist and painter, 1972 A Japanese billionaire books SpaceX’s starship...

Four Poems by Beth Konkoski

Informal Form your thinking in lines of two.Let couplets speak their gauzy magic. Does this form count? No real form butwhite space, no imposition but a...

Two Poems by A. Z. Foreman

Historian A world of vanished nations in your head You lie tonight without a thought to spare Anything but the wind that downs the leaves...

Darcy’s Pantoum by Kirby Wright

DARCY’S PANTOUMTrained to be invisible yet helpful.Latchkey kid living beside the tracks.Console Mom when first marriage flops.Summer visit Dad’s new family in Maine.Latchkey kid...

Two Poems by Sofia Reyes

El Jorobado I hate talking to a beautiful man.It’s like trying to talk to the statue of David. Every inch of him is crafted,to form...

My Greatest Performance by Taylor Kovach

My Greatest Performance Long hair, curled to perfection, 5am sharp Pink frilly dresses and sparkly eye shadow American Eagle skinny jeans Peach Aeropostale shirts Magenta belt wrapped around hips After...

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Two Poems by Jack Giaour

art opening   instead of a gun you use a camera   amputees are your subject    /these poor people/ you say   the walls of the gallery are dark prints pinned neatly under spotlight   //life...

Two Poems by Emily Webb

LACUNA Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold. A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter. Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender. Hypoxia will...

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...
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