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Three Poems by Lauren Dodge
Autumn, Part I A Golden Shovel after Nora Ephron’s “You’ve Got Mail” Midnight, the bed in Milan, you and I Still in our shoes would ...
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On Licorice - Sonnet 42 by Mark Wartenberg
A little liquorice packs quite a punch Insidious sweetness with a salty sting Black blissful oozing with a silken crunch A tooth decay...
Apr 261 min read
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My heart the magpie by Finlay Worrallo
Pied and light-footed, known by its two shades. White among corvids, dark among doves. Nesting in a ribcage of mud and twigs. Never...
Apr 171 min read
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Polish by Dominik Slusarczyk
Suffer with me. However fast we Run we will never Reach the sea. Suffer with me. This is a strange Place, a hard Place full of Sadness...
Mar 301 min read
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A Short Fall by Jack O'Grady
A man stood on the rooftop of his 20-floor apartment building, knowing himself to be full of borders. He had ridden the train home from...
Mar 233 min read
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A Fourth Ibuprofen by Jeffery Allen Tobin
It slides down like regret, coated in the aftertaste of another sleepless night, and I wonder if pain is just another way to measure...
Mar 161 min read
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The Sea-Flies by Evelyn Pae
It was the day she’d gone to the beach with Rob she was bitten, on that third date. It had to be. She hadn’t thought she liked him enough...
Mar 133 min read
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Two Poems by Kaitlyn Crow
When My Dentist Tells Me I Might Lose a Tooth I think Finally—this is the perspective I’ve been looking for . Not the tall guy with the...
Mar 22 min read
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Poplar reaches towards the house by Aurora Passin
Beckoning in silver bark that defies the spring snow, She shows me tender unfurling catkin cascading from her skin, preparing for seed, ...
Feb 241 min read
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Collect by Emily Macdonald
Max collects bugs. Crickets, cicadas, stick insects, one golden Weta. Rae helps him to catch moths and butterflies, North Island Lichen,...
Feb 163 min read
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Grandma's Cabbage Roll Casserole by Terri Gower
cabbage, tomato, and rice topped with orange cheese; tongue burnt in a bite. Terri Gower is an English as an Additional Language Teacher...
Feb 91 min read
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Apartment Complex in the San Fernando Valley by Lisa Loop
I rock away my loneliness in a hammock behind our new rental, with its unpacked boxes, its knotty pine cabinets, its old trees in the...
Feb 23 min read
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in which the author is asked to find better work elsewhere by Liam Strong
yeah, tracy. as if it’s a place. the poem doesn’t have a soul. any blood. plasmid, scion of slugs. not the religious or lyrical heart....
Dec 29, 20241 min read
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a flowering, multiplying thing by Mike Keller-Wilson
Hope is hard. We imagine it must be planted in the rich, wet earth, sheltered from frost and hail and the scorching heat of middle-day....
Dec 22, 20242 min read
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blizzard by Livio Farallo
the tree line is an old eyebrow behind a faceless snow. a truck swerves to miss someone fallen, shovel flung in the air. the flakes try...
Dec 15, 20241 min read
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The Loch Ness Monster by Margaret Emma Brandl
Maybe you don’t believe in the Loch Ness Monster. Maybe you’ve never thought to. There’s a lot to concern yourself with in the sixth...
Dec 8, 20242 min read
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Two Poems by James Croal Jackson
Holiday Socks Sitting alone again, in my apartment, my reflection in the turned-off television. The red tips of my holiday socks (raptors...
Nov 30, 20241 min read
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Every Ending by Phebe Jewell
Alone in her room, Gladys traces the edge of the world, picturing a wall with a sign: “The End.” She watches herself climb to the top of...
Nov 24, 20242 min read
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Self-Portrait as the Last American Stagecoach Robber by Natalie Marino
An outlaw, a swindling hero, I was also just a woman. Born with all the privilege a girl could have, I looked up at the evening sky for a...
Nov 18, 20241 min read
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We Thought We'd Always Have the Mountains by David Henson
We never imagined life without them. Then one day, with no eruption or rending of earth, Poof — peaks, slopes and valleys are fields,...
Nov 10, 20241 min read
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