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The Unfolding by Matthew Ratz

The Unfolding A flower blooming is the unfolding of all it could have ever been, its insides bellow outward; its potential is birthed under the...

Three Poems by Miguel Avero, translated by Jona Colson

Insomne Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras formando el rostro de las noches en un cielo de humedad. Alimenta el viento la voz del aguacero, surca mis oídos y...

Two Poems by Andi Myles

Fully Known Other universes seep through the cracks in my walls and for a moment my favorite color is no longer blue but the orange of my kitchen...

Two Poems by Timothy Hudenburg

promise & debris remember friendwe are fallenthough nature has kept her word you set your sailsfreedom you believedwas the ability to move, maneuver what the word meantset...

Two Poems by Eric Goodman

We No Longer Kill Our Visitors The millipede scurrying across the basement floorsearching for a dark corner in which to rest. The spider dangling from the...

Happy Thoughts Vol 1: How to Get Rich While Being Your Best Self by Bill Kurz

Happy Thoughts Vol 1:How to Get Rich While Being Your Best Self 1there is no poetry in America      only workwar       ...

Two Poems by Lora Berg

Bakekujira All we could see of Bakekujira was the skeletonhe floated in, when that ghost whale breached the brine. Cosmic blue eels writhed inside him;royal crested...

Four Poems by Raymond Luczak

SURGERY: 1977 Flickering between memory and nightmare,I was gurneyed from my hospital room,my body weighed down with a heavy blanketsince it was still winter in...

Merely a Woman, Yet a Force to Be Reckoned With by Berita Nibigira

Our communities and societies often see merely a woman in you. But what they do not see is that we are a force to...

Three Poems from Gillian Thomas

loose harvest In another life, I was edible flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee that said tubular. It came to define me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...

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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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