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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...

Two Poems by Thaina Joyce

Why I Hate Going to the Doctor I’d rather drive with my windows down to the hair salon than to my doctor’s office. My hairdresser examines the...

Mid-Atlantic Tributaries by Gregory McGreevy

Mid-Atlantic Tributaries Flag folded, receipt penultimate,bridges slumping, leaves rotten, brownedges curling inward, raceunder the trusses, down, downahead of the ice crystals, coagulatingskyward in cobalt, excess...

At the start of war by Tyler Vaughn Hayes

Mourning, I dreamt of endless azure

The Tree and Me by Laureen Summers

Yesterday I watched branches  Being severed from an old, majestic tree 

Four Poems by Amuche the Poet

Notes From a Black Figure Model I am a slave to the time. Four 5’s, break. Two 10’s, break. One 20, break. Everytime the timerticks,...

Two Poems by Cody Bock

Dawn of creation With the swirl of a wrist and the twitch of an untamed browRock rose out of oceanAnd light met mountains in the...

A Good Deal by Sunayna Pal

A Good Deal I don't like empty vases populating my tiny house but after uploading my listing of the car I came across a blue Ming vase. Not...

Two Poems by Chloe Yelena Miller

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

a february afternoon with rumi and bach by Craig Flaherty

a february afternoon withrumi and bach thick crust dense walnut breadhe tears to add to the lamb stewcarrots onions peas a stockof pureed turnip kale...

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You Ask Me About America’s Future by Heather Bruce Satrom

You Ask Me About America’s Future I remember this –I was a child clutching the string of a green balloonShivering next to classmatesOn a blustery...

Two Poems by Tony Nicholas Clark

stars melt in your skin for R.M quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder. you first reminisced, as if...

After William Carlos Williams by David Eberhardt

After William Carlos Williams So much De Pends Uponthe dazed chickens Fraughtwith meltwater Besidesthe demonic and menacing Icecream truck Thatcirculates the neighborhood Withan off-key kilter tune: (Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
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