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Three poems by Wanda Deglane

entomology Figure 1. My cousin tells me about her new garden and the little commune of fuzzy spiders that lives there. How they follow...

Spectacle by Lydia Gwyn

I saw them all–their heavenly bodies glowing above the dark gap where we lived, the open-mouthed land built by thrusts and faults and...

Three types of rocks by Devaki Devay

Igneous: The way I began to love you was igneous, something molten bubbling over the cracks, into the air of me. I held it in my palms...

Wool garden by Marisca Pichette

Fountains—found-tains—found, fond, An ain is what? Plain, pain, air lodged in your nose. Breath like sun-bleached spring, winter hangs on...

Dear Bottlefly by Eric Fisher Stone

Your wings murmur hymns that the dead return to life, your body’s gleaming bean robbing the rabbit’s eye. Your feet’s rancid needles rub...

The Garden Stirs by Devon Neal

In dark December, stiff January, it’s always a brisk walk to the car to start and turn the heat on, or the weekend grocery trips, the...

Two Poems by Erika Seshadri

MURMURATION the firmament welcomes flight in dim light of fading day, when starlings return to roost staccato chirps give way to...

Carnival by Laura Grace Weldon

after Danusha Laméris The game dupes us all at first. We play hard, scars fading faster than their stories, time’s twirl only a number. I...

Coping by Sarah Roth

After Hanif Abdurraqib An endless room with endless windows / and the view outside is just better out of some windows than others / at...

Plant Food by D. W. Baker

I would be a plant in your garden and be happy for a short life, hearing nothing but your thoughtless song, watching you feel the sun...

Cold moon murmur by Annie Cowell

As the moon lifts her swollen self into the dulling sky, some ancient stirring pulls me to the wilderness, where, like an augur, I root...

Grief Poem by Bhavya Bhagtani

My mother knows a trick that turns grief to sugar and she hides it all in her ageing spine. Last winter, a sadness drenched my father-...

Cancer Diary, Geese by Jack B. Bedell

Why do the geese cross the road to the clinic? To get to the other side where the grass is taller and full of feed. They have no idea how...

Autumn Walk by Christina E. Petrides

The fallen leaves scatter like chickens. A squadron of ducks floats on the river, silently paddling upstream, hunting among the rocks and...

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