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Two Poems by Ed Baranosky

I Stay​  I stay. But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's...

Two Poems by Jeffrey “J.A.” Faulkerson

AGENT OF CHANGE During the WinterOf your discontentYou craveThe warm embrace of Spring,Knowing it will fade away toThe scintillating heatOf SummerBut you need not worry.No!Because...

Blue Fading to White by Teresa Burns Murphy

Blue Fading to White A wintry wind blewthe color out of the sky that day‘til it was as whiteas my cousin’s corpsecontained in a coffininside...

The Pianist by Tony Kitt

The Pianist Władysław Szpilman in Warsaw Music grows on wave crests.When the sails of sound are at half-mast,music breaks up into pebbles.Each soloist is a finger...

Four Poems by Hari B. Parisi

Change of Elevation When we first moved here, birds—red-headed house finches, I believe,a family—twittering high up in the blue spruce that hangsfrom the neighbor’s yard. You...

The Vision of Meribah by Matthew Ratz

The Vision of Meribah I Meribah,granddaughter of Amenemhat,beloved of Ishmael,recite my ancestors’ lessonsso that you, my child, may teach them to your own. It is through...

Hollywood, Paris, Covid by Brenton Booth

Hollywood, Paris, Covid We both had positive Covid tests aftercelebrating New Year’s Eve a few daysearlier. Her ex sent her a text saying hewasn't vaccinating...

One Poem by Faith Stern

PAIN Incessantly demanding recognition Like the penetrating ticking of a tightly wound clock Is the knowing. Knowing we shall not be, Knowing, though I close the door It will not...

Five Poems by Virginia Bell

Meuse I Pron.: /ˈmjuz/ a depression leftin the grass, a shallowbowl, or profound, a gap in the hedgethe hog trespassed, in otherwords, not the animal but the space...

Remembrance by Mariam Ahmed

Remembrance The sun sleepsIn the dirt, here.I am less smoke, more steam,The refreshing kind of bitter. In the dirt, here,We’ll plant our feet and leave.The refreshing...

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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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