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Three Descent Poems by Brandy Whitlock

The Descent of Discourse Such conspicuous consumers, utilizingcalls and patterns, colors and scents, faces and stances and gaits, sensitive tothe foggiest gesticulations, the slightest seismic vibrations, we...

Four Poems by David Lott

pastry case the pastry case is an aquarium of still lifes where works of pain au chocolat float alongside those of éclair and chouquette to begin to make...

Two Poems by Amy Ouzoonian

Anahata Heart Chakra for a New YearYou can never lose what you give away freely.—PatanjaliListen to your heartIts color is cloverBedding for lovers wakingTo...

Two Poems by Amanda Shaw

Residuum “Detritus? I’ve never heard that word,”my new neighbor says, as I’m apologizing for whatI mistakenly rinsed off of my deck onto his below,the stems...

Three Poems by Mary Sesso

Waiting For a Hospital Bed Time stops in a room where flowersbloom on walls and a cardinal sitson a branch with leaves reddeningbut never fall....

Three Poems by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub

Glass Dreams In dream,my father witnessed the ceremonial conclusion of my apprentice scholar period—when my name was summoned into awakening—accepts my absence from the quorum...

Two Poems About Water by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Inherent Limitations of Scaleafter Kay Ryan’s “Dynamic Scaling” the model boat in themodel waves made of water molecules of a certainirreducible size wind tunnel, containing miniature...

One Poem by Bill Kurz

The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

Follow the Directions It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time. She couldn’t remember when she had received it, wondered if she had borrowed...

lady day by Timothy Hudenburg

lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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