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Three Poems by Susan Notar

Thirst, Greece From a photo by Herbert List, 1939 A slender forearm in shadowelbow on a tablefingertips contemplating a tumbler of ouzoindex finger raised from the...

Three Poems by Serena Agusto-Cox

When You Want to Stay Plug my wound.Gauze sops blood.Tug my body --electric current to my chest --Tether my soul --soft hand to my heart...

Two Poems by Bradley James McElligott

the circle by the college the red, red wine has seeped into the carpet, too deeply to be sucked up now. no help is on the way. we know...

Three Poems by Sarah DeCorla-Souza

When We Were Young Each moment was thick,pearled into droplets, not yet thinned.The clink of dishes. The rustle of hymnal pages turning. Dust moteshovering in a sunbeam....

Two Poems by Michael Gushue

I Saw You Nothing burns alone. Let each face be a flame of itself. Let skin to be amber and silk. Let a bridge join the air from...

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

Eyelashes My daughter asks where the eyelashshe’s wishing on came from, how dothey grow? I tell her that it’s a kindof death, which is a...

Three Poems by Brandon Blue

The Twin FawnsAfter Peregrine Honig’s The Twin Fawns In the backroom of this clubmusic so loud you could neverhear the traffic, a drag queen downstairscollecting...

Violent Glamour by Calum Roberston

Violent Glamour Cuchulainn, o ancient celtic drag queenstruts her stuff onto the plain, sashays across the battlefieldintent on sowing pain and reaping lumpen carcasseswhich to...

Three Poems by Marsha Olitsky

Marsha Olitsky is a poet living in Philadelphia. Bourgeon is delighted and honored to provide a home for her first publication. She writes: Growing up...

Smokescreen by Virginia Laurie

Do you remember what you told me when you broke the cartilage of my comp notebook, the royal blue one with those speckles, the poems to...

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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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