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and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg

spend your time  and heal thyself  then the world  waning such limited time  our warming gift  small hands pressed into clay  art but a reflection  the way they once moved  --and grasped T....

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...

Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Bellevue Library I remember this library as hiddenin trees, perched on the hillside,pierced by birdsong. I looked out from the second floorto see the oak trees,...

Two Poems by Rick Black

Brussel Sprouts in the Pandemic As we kneelin this galaxyof lost stars, the imprintof our handsin the earth remains.The virus is spreading,and yet we plantedBrussel sproutsyesterday— and mustard greens.And...

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...

Two Poems by Bernardine (Dine) Watson

The Ballad of Alice Hortense Some sweet morningI can’t say whenThe sun’s gonna melt my days awayAnd I’ll flow beside the knowing riverTill the rushing...

Two Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Positive Vision Quest Dig your many trenches of attrition where you must.The inside job comes right from the gutand nowhere else. Happiness is when what you...

Trio by Silver Webb

Your Ghost Lights Me I know that you do In the afternoon Under a warm blanket Sun on the couch. I feel it Honey in my vertebrae Pulled out of my...

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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...

Éramos varias mujeres/We were several women by Guadalupe Ángela translated into English by Yael Kiken

The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
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