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Two Poems by Allan Ebert

Stem-Winder We’ll join in protest around favors-spent praising  fate-cakes wherever the green apple leaves. We’ll circle in song the meandering candlelight vigil our voices savoring bold freedom-flavors. We’ll stand...

Three Poems by Matthew Thorburn

The Sign —to Seamus Heaney It might’ve been a joke, but spoke to melike a blackbird’s cry, giddyand defiant, not knowing this placebut feeling in place,...

Three Poems By Kwame Daniels

collard greens: a broken sestinahauntology in black america ...

To Fall by Alex Carrigan

To Fall My father is convinced thata World Trade Center jumper appearsin an animated movie.He claims the moment a boythrew himself off a towerwas traced...

Two Poems by Aaron Caycedo-Kimura

Small City Symphony The manager rushes in late, celloin one hand, orchestra foldersin the other. How can we start on timeif you’re not here? the...

Two Poems from Louis Efron

Arcadian Eyes dark eyes reflect smokey flashes from deafening staccato machine guns ...

Three Poems by Juliana Schifferes

Morning Coffee shockingly bitter like a friend with a dirty secret the fun of Robusta is its acridity, acidity flavor brash as a sharp-accented lemon...

Two Poems by Reuben Jackson

From The Adirondack Chair When young’uns (poets mostly) say elder They spout it having concluded that anyone over 39 sat a couple of rows back from Sappho in...

Portrait of Disappointment by Kimberly Ray

PORTRAIT OF DISAPPOINTMENT after years of hoping things would changegiving in to "well, that's the way it is,"look me in eyes and realizethis is who...

Interstate by J.D. Smith

Interstate Most take the ramp for common needslike heeding nature’s urgent call.No matter where the journey leads,though, for some reason exit all, Like getting out to...

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Two Poems by Bill Ratner

They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells...

 IF FREEDOM DIES by Alan Abrams

IF FREEDOM DIES What’s next for us, if freedom dies–For those of us, they smear as woken—must we wear their yoke of lies? They seal their...

Three Poems by Lesley Younge

Rock Paper Scissors Water. water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater water to...
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