David P. Kozinski, two poems
Black Cat Bone “’Cause I’m a voodoo child.” - Jimi Hendrix Big houses turn me on. Under the table in her denim skirt and dark tights she...
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Jennefer York Cole
Feb 27, 20182 min read
Jennefer York Cole, two poems
A City Square your eyes slide to the right taking mine with them past our pints and popcorn over the heads of benches in the crowded...
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Jacqueline Jules
Feb 27, 20182 min read
Jacqueline Jules, three poems
Counting Value A Tibetan monk spends weeks carefully pouring colored sand, intricate geometric designs he will dismantle and sweep with...
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Sanjeev Sethi
Feb 27, 20181 min read
Sanjeev Sethi, two poems
Cake It was the matriarch’s seventieth birthday. Seventy-first but we will let that pass. Some un-truths are delicate like lace on...
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Peycho Kanev
Feb 27, 20181 min read
Peycho Kanev, one poem
A Shiver The wind’s murmur brings some words to my ear as I slowly walk along the dusty road. The name of my mother – whispered? Dead...
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Tara Elliott
Feb 27, 20185 min read
Tara A. Elliott, three poems
Division This afternoon I taught JaQuan how to divide fractions, the numerator perched atop the denominator, a line of black between...
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Peter Goodwin
Feb 27, 20182 min read
Peter Goodwin, two poems
THE DEAD TREE The tree is dead. Twenty feet tall and dead fifty feet off a point of land and dead. A dead tree in a shallow meandering...
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Mark Taneyhill
Feb 5, 20182 min read
Mark Taneyhill, one poem
Hyner View I begged him to keep walking up the hill. I pleaded with him to come out of the woods back to me. I promised anything if only...
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Obediah Michael Smith
Feb 5, 20183 min read
Obediah Michael Smith, two poems
Thought I was free to Walk all across Africa a walk that began today at 4:44 PM and ended at 5:24 PM nearly ended in my end down the...
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Charles Webb
Feb 5, 20181 min read
Charles Webb, one poem
Unseasonable The storm moves East, Cold, indifferent, Leaving empty cornfields Full of snow and night. The early green of spring Lays...
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Kenneth Pobo
Jan 1, 20181 min read
Kenneth Pobo, three poems
AUNT CALLS WANDAWOOWOO AN AIRHEAD I am an airhead--my head is full of air the way a prairie is. Clouds rise in me. Still, Aunt Rita, a...
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Lisa Roullard
Jan 1, 20183 min read
Lisa Roullard, three poems
When I Am an Envelope, White #10 I will keep a space. A flat pocket my gift to give, obvious and secret. Consider the seashell with a...
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Lynn Hoffman
Jan 1, 20182 min read
Lynn Hoffman, five poems
Aphrodesia if you say it fast is sounds like you’re partitioning a small former African colony. Half Rhodesia Which half do you fancy?...
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John Zedolik
Jan 1, 20181 min read
John Zedolik, one poem
Bee, Still The clover carries the memory of the ancient bee sting the flower floats the imagery of the assailant barely seen that...
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John Timothy Robinson
Jan 1, 20181 min read
John Timothy Robinson, one poem
Fury The canvas is a fury of discipline, a pentimenti of empty space where indiscernible images lie beneath. That change of mind leads...
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Marge Piercy
Jan 1, 20182 min read
Marge Piercy, three poems
In the end, only you We have loved so long and usually well in lives that bump and collide head on at times; at others glide on polished...
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Nina Bennett
Jan 1, 20181 min read
Nina Bennett, one poem
Grandma Jenny’s China Stacked on a shelf in the pantry of my mother’s kitchen, a bouquet first refused by her two sisters, then three...
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Dominic Morrell
Jan 1, 20182 min read
Dominic Morrell, three poems
Sweetgum I roll a spiny sweetgum ball between my fingers, growing used to the dulled pricks, as I sit, cross-legged, on a concrete...
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Sid Gold
Jan 1, 20183 min read
Sid Gold, five poems
AUBADE I awoke just past dawn, pillow-headed, the lamp still burning from last night’s read, my neck a rusty hinge. Then I remembered my...
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Jan Zlotnik Schmidt
Jan 1, 20182 min read
Jan Zlotnik Schmidt, one poem
Io in Modern Dress (About Lucien Freud’s “Girl with a Leaf”) The spiked leaf pierces my eye. I was the one who saw, the one who couldn’t...
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