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Two Poems by Cody Bock

Dawn of creation With the swirl of a wrist and the twitch of an untamed browRock rose out of oceanAnd light met mountains in the...

A Good Deal by Sunayna Pal

A Good Deal I don't like empty vases populating my tiny house but after uploading my listing of the car I came across a blue Ming vase. Not...

Two Poems by Chloe Yelena Miller

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

a february afternoon with rumi and bach by Craig Flaherty

a february afternoon withrumi and bach thick crust dense walnut breadhe tears to add to the lamb stewcarrots onions peas a stockof pureed turnip kale...

Three Poems by Lisa Couturier

In Florida, Visiting My Father Who Has Parkinson’s and Dementia Like sand dunes, his cheeks are sliding away and his white hair has collectedin tufts...

Three Poems by Patric Pepper

Earth Down here on Earth we live in craziness: plants eat air, light, water and dirt; animals eat plants; animals eat animals; plants eat animals; people eat...

Oath For My Son Made Upon A Full Bed by Ellen Sazzman

Oath For My Son Made Upon A Full Bed Crawling under the covers, parting their spooned figures, I amoblivious to what may have been interrupted,...

Three Poems by Áine Greaney

I’m from potholes in the bóithrín road limestone walls whitethorn bushes aged fields and mossy stones drip-drip hedges before a blue farm gate apples rotting under...

Two Poems by Dan Morris

Brian Wilson and the Oceanic Feeling: a phantasiai Having alluded to Amy Winehouse, Morris writes: “…in lyric / defense of other epistemes / As when...

Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain by Nicole Farmer

Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain I want you on my faceRunning rivers into my earsDrowning my (fuck) muddled mindWashing me clean Transformed to a tall oakLeaving...

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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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