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Three Poems by Josephine Carubia

Ode to You I give you the deep attention we call          reverie.You give me time of timelessness.You have the kind...

Two Poems by Ed Baranosky

I Stay​  I stay. But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's...

Two Poems by Jeffrey “J.A.” Faulkerson

AGENT OF CHANGE During the WinterOf your discontentYou craveThe warm embrace of Spring,Knowing it will fade away toThe scintillating heatOf SummerBut you need not worry.No!Because...

Blue Fading to White by Teresa Burns Murphy

Blue Fading to White A wintry wind blewthe color out of the sky that day‘til it was as whiteas my cousin’s corpsecontained in a coffininside...

The Pianist by Tony Kitt

The Pianist Władysław Szpilman in Warsaw Music grows on wave crests.When the sails of sound are at half-mast,music breaks up into pebbles.Each soloist is a finger...

Four Poems by Hari B. Parisi

Change of Elevation When we first moved here, birds—red-headed house finches, I believe,a family—twittering high up in the blue spruce that hangsfrom the neighbor’s yard. You...

The Vision of Meribah by Matthew Ratz

The Vision of Meribah I Meribah,granddaughter of Amenemhat,beloved of Ishmael,recite my ancestors’ lessonsso that you, my child, may teach them to your own. It is through...

Hollywood, Paris, Covid by Brenton Booth

Hollywood, Paris, Covid We both had positive Covid tests aftercelebrating New Year’s Eve a few daysearlier. Her ex sent her a text saying hewasn't vaccinating...

One Poem by Faith Stern

PAIN Incessantly demanding recognition Like the penetrating ticking of a tightly wound clock Is the knowing. Knowing we shall not be, Knowing, though I close the door It will not...

Five Poems by Virginia Bell

Meuse I Pron.: /ˈmjuz/ a depression leftin the grass, a shallowbowl, or profound, a gap in the hedgethe hog trespassed, in otherwords, not the animal but the space...

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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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