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Three Poems by CL Bledsoe

A Kind of Spring The best time to fall in love is when you share your greatest fear with someone who isn’t listening. There’s a decent chance that will...

Two Poems by Kristin Kowalski Ferragut

Vacuum Not a heavy weight, more like carrying around the five extra pounds from the holidays all year. Or maybe more like something one picks up and sets...

Two Poems by Luther Jett

War StoryHere is the book with torn pages. Only half remains to be deciphered. And here is the house with burnt rooms, and a few fading photos scattered across the floor. And...

Two Poems by Breanna deSimone

Breathing Away the Darkness At night, lights appear, unseen amongst daytimes dominating sun. Scattered bits of moon peering curiously through window slats. The warmth of some adjoining room creeping...

Poems and Haiku by Nancy Botta

The divorce. The final chapter of our union tells of bone deep chagrin- the dumb utter of 'I feel statements' plays itself like a mantra, useless invocations found in the crumpled leaflets from...

Two Poems by Linda Umans

Dog Pack  The dog loves the woman. I think of Thumper (dumbass name) named by dumbass couple, Bedford, NY. She didn’t need no lousy name. I don’t need a word, she...

Two Poems by Elnathan Starnes

Trick of Rings and Things“The Lord is my Ringmaster, I’ll always want!” Said Gollum A fiend For the ring Crack ho’ Of his time What is the meaning of the ring? Love is an overrated misunderstood thing Precious metal surrounding the space waiting for something to occupy...

Two Poems by Paula Essex

I Am I am like the Phoenix in mystical mythology regenerating energy amongst the ashes, strengthening my wings over shadows cast by yesterday’s doubts for today…………… I am the...

Two Poems by William Tinto

Awakening in Poesy Town This morning I rose from my bed, as if from between the sheets of the New Yorker, the world random as free verse. Today...

Two Poems by Mike McDermott

Pas de Deux   In our choreography, Dad and I had three types of dance: the shower, the stairs, and the car. The shower’s dance was a slow kabuki-   like...

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Taffy by Josh Young

Taffy My heart is salt water taffy. Salty, sweet, sticky. Comes in a colorful box often found in the bargain bin of a gift soft...

Four Poems by Azalea Aguilar

Sunday Best he blows dandelions for his babies in the corner store parking lotin their Sunday best, following this morning's sermontheir wishes scatter across the...

God Was Hiding by Daniel Cano

God Was Hiding Faith cannot be held as an old grey handNor as a breath to put voice to prayerIn faith I rendered a final...
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