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Beach by John Huey

Beach I used to walk, back in my long walking days, down a wonderful promenade, just across from my usual hotel on the beach, all...

Two Poems by Paul Schaeffer

THOUGHTS ON THIS FRIDAY NIGHT  I went to the Chabad House For Shabbat services and dinner They sing with passion The men locked arms I still can’t help but...

Four Poems by Michael Young

Fragments From where we sit, the waves seemto insist on shoving everything asideand always right at our feet, buildinga beach out of its bottomless discards:out...

Two Poems by CLS Sandoval

I Was SilentTW: Sexual Assault At least three Long IslandsI thought I could hangHe was such a gentlemanWalking me homeMemories are only in fragments The officer...

Painting by Alice Neel by Nadia Arioli

Painting by Alice Neel Once in childhood, I saw love in an art book.Painting of Geoffrey Hendricks and Brian.But, of course, I couldn’t read thenand...

Two Poems by Michelle Ott

On Learning to Be Alone You are not supposed to want itout loud (or so I am told): the breaking open of the sternum,the flooding of...

Three Poems by James Gurley

Starry Night And the Astronauts “When I paint space, I am with the astronauts,”—Alma Thomas, visionary artist and painter, 1972 A Japanese billionaire books SpaceX’s starship...

Four Poems by Beth Konkoski

Informal Form your thinking in lines of two.Let couplets speak their gauzy magic. Does this form count? No real form butwhite space, no imposition but a...

Two Poems by A. Z. Foreman

Historian A world of vanished nations in your head You lie tonight without a thought to spare Anything but the wind that downs the leaves...

Darcy’s Pantoum by Kirby Wright

DARCY’S PANTOUMTrained to be invisible yet helpful.Latchkey kid living beside the tracks.Console Mom when first marriage flops.Summer visit Dad’s new family in Maine.Latchkey kid...

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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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