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Suburban Spiritual by Kirby Wright

Suburban Spiritual Someone plays “Amazing Grace”On a xylophone.Reverbs from the bombingsAdd percussion. Unexpected heat drives many indoors,Even the crazy flying twin garage flags.Shadows hidden in showersBecome...

Two Poems by Nicholas Pagano

Red Tower At this height, it looks lesslike defeated, more withstood.Summer’s hottest daysin dwindle, retreatinguntil the sameas any other battle foughtand survived. I believein victory,...

Funland by David Fallick

Funland I stole her away, I did.I stole her away.I went into her restaurantAnd stole her away. She has a Chinese restaurantShe ran it with her...

Three Poems by Summer Hardinge

Aperture with thanks to Ikkyu SojunAnd I said, the moon is a house.It was...

Two Poems by Gary Grossman

Sir Isaac Newton's First Law of MetaphorAm I an object at rest or in motion?Newton proposes "an object at rest remains at rest" but...

Two Poems by Darren Stein

The Four Sons I sit, the wicked son at the Passover table, my teeth blunted by my father, not because I am ignorant of the law like...

Two Poems by Karla Daly

vixen’s screamsplintering shriek in the dark too late for nighthawk too early for...

Two Poems by Alex Carrigan

“I just want to tell you that some people have war in their countries” After Sunu P. Chandy A Top Model contestant tells a cryinggirl this...

One Poem by Michele Evans

sirenia n. the sirens, half bird and half woman, were “dangerous” maidens, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting voices to shipwreck on...

Two Poems by Daniel Morris

A Rainy Day Song For Sly Stone You know today was rained out So inside all day just me and my Clicker my box my many Channels my...

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Two Poems by Jenna Cipolloni

Quarry The sun looks higher here by the quarry Daylight savings a forgotten grumblefor the sleep-deprived days of yestermonth. The time is truly 6:49, but soon thebiddies...

Two Poems by Faith Cotter

Beat An amniotic lake within meand you, floating then the deafening silence,static nothingness where I expected sound. For a week I am a shipwrecknot split open on rocky...

Two Poems by Ori Soltes

Late in the Game We sleep peacefully,side-by-side,except, by chance,when she or I turn outward, to the edgeof our plush and well-shaped bed. Never inward, it would...
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