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On John Coltrane’s “After the Rain” by Joseph Ross

Even the air seems to take a breath once the shower gives way to a dry mercy. The watery saxophone and the piano’s chilly glance speak the...

How Can It Be? by Naomi Thiers

The only way to have hope—how can it be?— is to walk into the streets not as a beggar, not as one crushed to a shadow, holding a cup,...

Two Poems by Beth Konkoski

Linger We could perch on the details of this near end.  How I have worn you as my skin for decades, let every sense curve toward a...

Two Poems by Sally Toner

Lady Liberty Finds Sand Dollars in Coronado I pay no attention to lovers twined around each other like ropes on sailboat masts.  My eyes avoid their youth, fixed instead on the afternoon horizon—the swath...

Ads by Theo Luce

Ads “JOIN THE DMV! BUY OUR ORGANIC SALSA!” Burning on filthy subway walls Jerking back, muttering “it’s too bright,” Train coming, train coming A long silver bullet blasting through...

Two Poems by John Johnson

My Ancestors My ancestors picked cotton Worked hard stacked brick by brick The old say the young Just scroll the mouse Facebook Instagram and click They call them the instant Microwave...

Two Poems by Beth Konkoski

Night Sky with Donald Trump If I put him beneath a sky full of stars, stood him without phone or tablet, landline or screen, broke his connection with the...

Haiku by Charles David Kleymeyer

Haiku Haiku haiku moment — most pure before words form   swallowing cherry blossoms… will I compose haiku with a japanese heart?   loon skimming still lake above its own image — ...

Two Poems by Courtney LeBlanc

Ocean I’ve got insomnia again. I lay awake for hours, listening to the fan whirl as my thoughts swim round and round to you. You’re six hours behind so when I can’t sleep...

The Fallen by David Allen Sullivan

Off trail where there was no trail, where your heart was an injured bird, where you buried your love for your first wife, and for her lover— whom...

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Two Poems by Jamilah Ali

Do Black People Speak a Foreign Language?Hell to the no. You told me 50 years agoDonna Reed cannot translate jive into Wonder BreadUnderstood soft...

Homemade Saints by Bliss Goldstein

You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they...

The Opposite of Gaslighting by Sunu P. Chandy

*With gratitude to all who contributed to this crowd-sourced list poem following my social media inquiry I’m so sorry that happened to you.It makes sense...
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