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Two Poems by Terrence Sykes

Prague Sonata turmeric & ginger copper early dusk along the Vltava faded rose moon reluctantly tendrils across ashened stars autumn cicada murmur & chant cluttered linden grove ancient medlar merely staging poetic lament amongst  branches longing  nightingale I remember sky My...

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...

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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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