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Verbal Escalation by James Lane

Verbal Escalation Slowly, but surely I've been establishingresidency in your bedroom. I took out thatvacancy sign months ago. The services I'vereceived here are some of...

Two Poems by Chris Biles

Dead End Life’s routine is like a straightaway on a country roadOn and on, beyond our sight, it continuesand sometimes looking down that road makes...

Four Poems by Drew Pisarra

A Psychological Asana For today, or maybe even an hour, or nolonger than the time it takes to read this poem,put aside “profession” as another...

Two Poems by Jeremy Lawson

Firmware There are times when I seeSomething odd, likeA purple satin bra on a yellow fire hydrant on a street cornerOr an antique white bassinet...

Two Poems by Marc A. Drexler

Dangers I am sitting under the treemy great-grandparents planted,together, the day he went to war. Strangers own this house now and werenonplussed or moved by my...

Three Poems by Kristina Miggiani

Altar-ed oath  MarchThe muscularity of your siloed silhouette laid itself on my shadowy desk one day,with white open palm on my tan arm—as if...

Two Poems by Jennifer McKeen Rodrigues

I Called You Orion when you were in my belly,small as a grapefruit seed.Within the dark of my wombyou shone of your own constellation-star glow-growing...

Two Poems by Eric D. Goodman

Control When my computer’s platformfor attending virtual meetings crashed,and my IT specialist recommended I give control,I eagerly abdicated. Cursor moved as though on autopilot,clicked here and...

Two Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Who Shot J.R.? I was very young,but I remember all the adultstalking about it. Who Shot J.R.?they would ask each other. I did not know who J.R....

Three Poems by Clifford Bernier

Brackish Marsh In the brackish marsh,I am a dog in a duck’s eye,more jester than jockey,more joker than juror.When beavers danceI am a goat in...

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A Simple Machine by Eric W. Schramm

A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society. Frayed and wild...

Three Poems by Reginald Harris

Untitled: On the Bus (A) Black men (man) glance (s)at each other (me)then quickly look (s) away.A quick check (-ing out),a look to size (each...

Éramos varias mujeres/We were several women by Guadalupe Ángela translated into English by Yael Kiken

The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
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