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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...

Three Poems by T.M. Hudenburg

geometric pattern, untroubled how long traced out there on the marble floor in paradise—where we have just arrived our object–we are again reminded was to love and be fully...

Two Poems by Richard Peabody

Merton in East Asia Those daysthat carried him never carried himfar enough Thomas Merton foresawhis death in a vision and still flew to Thailandon a speaking tour An accidentalcrown...

Two Poems by Lenny Lianne

WITH ME AND THE STARS No one can tie down the stars in one place, my father said as he explained how the summer constellations were different from...

Four Poems by Alan Abrams

Limerence“The heart writes in indelible ink”~Steve Almond, “Ecstasy” I followed you out west,when I was in despair—you took me back, reluctantly.We spent the winter in...

Three Poems by Meredith Holmes

I Can’t Resist Entering Wa Harmony * to Look at the Butterflies Again They transcend being wall art with a price tag and seem to flutter to...

Two Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

As Moon Beams Fade The tiger prowls at night, hunting moon beams as its prey. Wandering apparitions sail the darkness, searching for a place to rest. Landing past dawn,...

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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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