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Three Poems by Kim Roberts

HICKORY TUSSOCK MOTH CATERPILLAR lophocampa caryae We are replete with caterpillars this year, mostly of the woolly bear variety, but today I saw one covered in thick white hairs...

Two Poems by Keith Munroe

Patty As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...

Three Poems by Lora Berg

You Choose Say you studied hard to understand the body,so hard that its ailments were no longer a mystery.Say you kept cures in jars behind...

Two Poems by Lynn White

A Question Of Identity On her 90th birthday she looked in the mirror and tried to identify the face looking back. She felt the same as ever but...

Two Poems by j. lewis

new chairs i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs chairs that had lastedfar beyond...

Two Poems by Fran Abrams

In Love with Blue Blue is my favorite color. My car is blue—bright highlighter blue, easy to find in a parking lot. My front door is blue—a...

Four Poems by Raymond Luczak

I have watched you swing from light to shadow, and back again. / Your chariot was made of black moonstone.

Three Poems by Dominic “Nerd” McDonald

Editor's Note: We present three poems from the upcoming book, I'd Rather Be Called a Nerd, by Dominic "Nerd" McDonald, winner of Day Eight's...

Two Poems by Eve Burton

puddling late summer sunbeams fall through forest leaves wet with recent rain my path beside the creek slippery with puddles mud and round wet stones without warning a cloud...

Two Poems by Sara Burnett

Afterward, in Waves I’m no longer afraid of not doingthe right thing. I leave clothes on the drying rackfor days. Reading, I eat chocolate,smear the page. It’s not...

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Three Poems By Heaven Santiago

STABILISER My eyes floatedtowards nearby archers ...

Three Poems By Michael Young

Love Letters We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...

Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...
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