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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...

Two Poems by Christine M. Du Bois

Metamorphosis No one asks the caterpillar.Survival has selected her destinylong before she swallowsher first lush, trembling leaf--sending her, impelling herto commit herselfwillingly,even eagerlyto the tiny...

Day Job by Allison Whittenberg

After a night of therapeutic bottle and blunt passing He wakes on earth at 5AM In a lumpy bed He goes to the airport in his overalls Brandishing...

Two Poems by Jeffrey Banks

I Want Better I want better. I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see I want to flee from realityBecause of...

Two Poems by Kevin Wiggins

Can I Borrow Your Iniquities? If you don’t mind Can I borrow your iniquities? Since my sins are so much greater and heaven has no room forme...

Two Poems by Laura McCarty

The Home We Will Remember I am born in the black hills of eastern Kentucky to a young woman from the Gulf Coast of Texas who sews...

Two Poems by Mecca Verdell

My little sister is beautiful.She has our father’s eyes, brown.Her mother’s skin—light, blinding. Something in her skin draws meand I look like a confused scribble,a...

Three Poems by Nick Leininger

Breathe I can’t breathe, said the fish who soon would dieI am a lie, sung the bird who could not flyI am the truth, said...

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Time Is Plastic by Jay Ulfelder

TIME IS PLASTIC Time is plastic, but not like Lego—more like taffy. Toss whole seconds aside, or ..stretch.one. . . . out. Francesca and I...

Two Poems by Sid Gold

POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...

Violin Plays by Adele Brown

Violin Plays She holds on tight to bow and strings, yet,it is her body, curving and rounding,on inner caverns that gives musicits beginnings:  Soaked in...
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