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Four Poems by Sally Zakariya

Sky Song Listen Up: Making Music from the Northern Lights – The Guardian, 12/22/2020 At the top of the North, Aurora hangs curtains of shimmering light across...

The Porch by Alexander Houk

The Porch Reddish-Brown are the screws buried beneath the porch Remnants torn down long ago, replaced by hard work Built on the backs of the strong Stood on...

Poem For a Guy From Work by Jasey Roberts

Poem for a Guy From Work I am sorry for not listening when you told me about your mom;Cancer is hard, and I was trying...

Four Poems by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Rhinoceros In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...

Two Poems by Serena Mangat

Serena is a passionate poet and writer who lives in the Midwest. Some of her favorite hobbies include reading books and spending time in...

Two Poems by Dale S. Brown

FACE My face distorts and dances in the rippling water. And a goldfish floats through my nose. SCRAWNY KID Scrawny kid. Lean against your crumbling shack, And try to paint with...

Four Poems by Sara Cahill Marron

The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021 America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...

Words I Write by Fran Abrams

Words I Write are words you read.Do my words bring you warmthlike sun on shoulders? Exhilarationlike riding a motor bike fast?Laughing childrenwho make you laugh? Poems...

Indian River by Stephen Roddewig

Indian River I had no idea when I threw the mangrove seed, wishing for brighter days, clouds prowled over the mainland. Perhaps my offering failed, perhaps nothing could be done. But...

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River by Calum Robertson

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River time’s a runny egg yolk always on brown toast honey & oats medieval peasant teachings...

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Time Is Plastic by Jay Ulfelder

TIME IS PLASTIC Time is plastic, but not like Lego—more like taffy. Toss whole seconds aside, or ..stretch.one. . . . out. Francesca and I...

Two Poems by Sid Gold

POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...

Violin Plays by Adele Brown

Violin Plays She holds on tight to bow and strings, yet,it is her body, curving and rounding,on inner caverns that gives musicits beginnings:  Soaked in...
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