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Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Monk of the Written WordFor Will Mayo (1960-2022) Will said he hated the Holy Rollersof his small-town, backwoods youth.After death, he wrote, many late nights,was...

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...

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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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