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A Poem by Raymond Luczak

IN SECURITY If the contents of my heart could be spilledinto a baggie and placed inside a plastic tray,what would the TSA officer see in...

Four Poems by CL Bledsoe

Going Off Meds The first day is fine. You think, I can dothis. I’m better like this. It doesn’t matter,because you went off for a...

Two Poems by Sarah DeCorla-Souza

PinkSince I was a child, I loved it,though everyone said I shouldn't, not with the shadow of the 1950son our backs, a refrigerator the color of...

Three Poems by Karren Alenier

making mythology on an island in the Ionian Sea when the parea this timethree sympaticos decidedto spend a week on the islandLefkada the cousins balkedso...

Three Poems by Amy Eisner

Mother It’s strange waking up as a woman after yearsof being chair, mattress, horse, cart,water bug treading the surface of a pond. My face was a...

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 

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Fox don’t care by Chris Fafard

Fox don’t care Like Fox beauty comes and Godtippy toe testing the edge of awareness untilwith a stroke of his fat brush tail –the color...

There is in the Water by Cassie Premo Steele

There is in the Water What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...

Two Poem by Sahar Choudhury

occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...
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