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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...

Two Poems by Peter Witt

Nighttime on the cusp of madness Nighttime ghosts cackle,eyes shut, painful gut,in a rut of another sleepless hour,no power to shutoff thoughts, delaysolutions, resolutions, absolutions,passing...

Three Poems by Tara Campbell

Abortion Sonnet When I have fears that I may cease to be before my pen can punctuate the brains of all those smug-ass pricks who only see the...

Two Poems by Allison Smith

All 281 Days It has been exactly 281 dayssince I last wrote of yesteryears,of DEFCON Level 5 fuckery,of pain, of harm, of shadows;with the knowing...

Two Poems by Michele Keane-Moore

Brood Covid We have been underground For what feels like forever Sucking on our cell phones As if they were tree roots. Now the time has come To put aside...

Two Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Yellow Door By ramrod fleet, by coonskin cap,walking contraband visits the shops,in this one and out that one,purchases wrapped under arm or carriedin tiny...

That Winter Afternoon by Michael Gushue

In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...

Still Mourning on a Foggy Morning After Grandma’s Funeral by Joan Leotta

Clouds weep on theWindows adding their sorrow to my unchecked sadness. Sun tries to drysky’s tears, shine throughbut fog shrouds sky,effectively blockingany warmth from...

Two Poems by Nicole Scott

WITNESSING PHOTOSYNTHESIS My partner ina sturdy flowerpot. She trips the lightfantastic, into all life. Comets arcuniverses, for her. Waves entwine like wreathsto holidays, for her. A sturdy flowerpotwalks out...

Two Poems by Michael C. Davis

Missing, Presumed DeadThe mountain fell. Ice. No resistance.Canyon floor far below.What would the wives know?Crampon, piton, stance.The cloud bellowed. RopeGrew tight. Afternoon fadedInto night....

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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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