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By: Leon Fedolfi Martha would read the newspaper more than once; box scores, her favorite, and cartoons that made her laugh - small...

By: Matt Vekakis Wild West I know the insular In Shaker saltbox And Victorian turret, Wintercreeper Flagellations over Barren crop...

By: Justin Rigamonti Permafrost After wobbling 400 million miles through ice cold space, the little craft lands on a pitch of scree. It...

By: Kathleen Holliday “They are leaning out for love, and they will lean that way forever.” Leonard Cohen My feet push off the ground...

By: Matthew Mitchell With thanks to Helen Vendler for helping me appreciate Wallace Stevens, and take gentle argument with him Call the...

By: Lara O'Connor Seek your restoration Build a house of joy Wild the banks with goldenrod and asters Let there be a gate, for decoration...

By: Christopher Davies Cascade under crowbar blow to the sawdust: fat ants scatter a seething mass- the pithy windowframe’s cavern studs,...

By: James D. McCallister Vigilant Echo Vigilantly echoing his half-inventory, the only tremendous scheme of the frowning concept drive...

By: Kate Polak Still Life of Panties on a Windshield They may have been there all night— I don’t leave as I might. It’s warm inside,...

By: Jeni O’Neal A Daughter in Parts (I) Daughter as crème brulee, sweet shell and your spoon precariously above, ready to tap, crack,...

By: Melody Leming-Wilson With our windswept faces pressed to the future, theirs behind hard-driven glass, I change course—and reluctantly...

By: Paul Ilechko Various They met at various times for some version of various meaning perhaps derived from “variety” or just...

By: Helena Lipstadt Speaking to the Dead Let me not be thief of your story let me paint a still life of names you stand over and...

By: Emily Bornstein I watched when Whitman marbled the Body Electric. As the queer men dazzled behind him, they called not for the meek...

By: W. Vandoren Wheeler IMAGINARY ART PROJECT: Architecture I nibbled stale bread into a house the shape of our house. Two sesame seeds,...

By: Stephanie Garon Acreage Right past Caleb’s cotton fields, dusty White clouds turn auburn soil into candy canes. Clifford Hubbard’s...

By: Beth Ruscio Christmas Macanudo He’s got holly stabbed in the crown of his thumb-pressed fedora, lays bets on long shots, hard eights...

By: Joie Filippini She reconstructed her desecrated temple for my body, stitched trident wounds closed, kissed my bruised eyelids, combed...

By: Jessica Dionne In the Tall Grass I have hidden your keys in the pocket of my green dress and so you follow me in. The car is pulled...

By: Robert Lavett Smith AMONG THE MORE DISTURBING ARTIFACTS Then there’s the new moon— like a button torn from the suit you’ll be buried...

By: Claire T. Jennings I say “Can you open the circles?” And realize my mistake as my husband turns the slow turn of the concerned and I...

By: Alice Sanford We’re in writing class at Vine Street Christian Church, When a dark Hell’s Angel swaggers in and asks, “Is this essay?”...

By: Valerie Little Timor mortis conturbat me But, we’ll be forever this age 37 and 42 now that we’ve had the last smile word laugh ...