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FIG TREE FRUITING ALONG THE RAMAPO FAULT by McCaela Prentice
I want to push our cities together like tectonic plates. under a fig tree in Greenpoint the light is looking strangled and my dress in...
Mar 8, 20231 min read
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The Friends You Had Before You Had Friends by Jeanine Skowronski
They were heart-shaped lollipops stuck to your jumper, black raindrops splattered up your calves and across the hem of your Sunday best...
Mar 5, 20232 min read
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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...
Mar 1, 20231 min read
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Lifting Up the Log #6: "A Splitting Open" by Alaina Scarano
How did you come up with the title? It came to me as I thought of the parallels between birth and sexual intercourse, between being a...
Feb 24, 20232 min read
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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-...
Feb 1, 20231 min read
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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...
Jan 25, 20231 min read
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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...
Jan 18, 20231 min read
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A Charming Coterie by Catherine O'Brien
Less make-believe and more, belief-making - is the sea’s love for me. Under a commotion of jealous stars, it rushes around me emptying...
Jan 11, 20232 min read
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How Should a Person Be by Emma Burger
Emma Burger is a writer, healthcare professional, and end-of-life doula. She splits her time between Ann Arbor, Michigan and New York...
Jan 4, 20231 min read
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Listening to Snail Shells by Faye Brinsmead
The restaurant is called La Petite Escargot. When the chef’s daughter starts learning French, she tells him the name is wrong. “Escargot”...
Dec 21, 20221 min read
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haiku for the stickbug as an artist by Jack Apollo Hartley
In whorls of tea-grass, here is where he’d stripe his line of spotted brindle. Born of a paintball ootheca—spread to splatter, hundreds...
Dec 14, 20221 min read
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To the Dusky Slug (Arion Subfuscus) by Erin Bryant Petty
You are gorgeous, actually in ochre and gold the way the light holds you, glowing like a firefly under frosted glass, the ripple of your...
Dec 7, 20221 min read
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[I've always lived by water] by Sharmila Voorakkara & Ron Riekki
I’ve always lived by water so that means there’s always been an exit. The promise of distance slipped under my skin, so I can barely...
Nov 30, 20221 min read
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impatiens capensis by nat raum
i hate to wear orange but i can never resist picking the jewelweed flowers which dot the green of county riverbanks—one of five or so...
Nov 23, 20221 min read
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More Like the Bat by Wren Donovan
Hollow like the leg bone of a bird Fragile like the finger bones of bats Both options offer lightness and allow for flight. Spaces ribbed...
Nov 16, 20221 min read
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Brontë by Alyssa Walker
The way your chicken pox scar looks like my name, tattooed across your heart. I joke it’s intentional, you love me, can’t live without...
Nov 9, 20221 min read
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google seach history by Steve Barichko
oldest video ever recorded lost video 1920s france restored remastered monks in a poppy field colorized photo 1850 cameron diaz nip slip...
Nov 1, 20221 min read
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Lifting Up the Log #5: "moon jelly half evaporated on the sand" by Dylan Davies
How did you come up with the title? I wanted something longer that embeds you into the scene and what I have seen before the poem...
Oct 28, 20221 min read
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Two Poems by Rachel Tanner
Leave the Light On Thank you for loving me even when I was easy to love. Did you think I was going to say thank you for loving me when I...
Oct 25, 20221 min read
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Hang Your Daughter's Clothes on a Line by Renée Agatep
my girl, when you grow, if for no other reason to admire how her trousers can still be clipped seven to a row on the drying rack, how...
Oct 18, 20221 min read
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