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C.N.P Poetry
Various; Traversal; Tidal
By: Paul Ilechko Various They met at various times for some version of various meaning perhaps derived from “variety” or just...
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Mar 31, 2020
Speaking to the Dead; my mother didn’t whistle; Not Asking
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...
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Mar 31, 2020
ODE TO SAPPHO
By: Emily Bornstein I watched when Whitman marbled the Body Electric. As the queer men dazzled behind him, they called not for the meek...
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Mar 31, 2020
IMAGINARY ART PROJECT: Architecture; Gardening; Money
By: W. Vandoren Wheeler IMAGINARY ART PROJECT: Architecture I nibbled stale bread into a house the shape of our house. Two sesame seeds,...
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Mar 31, 2020
Acreage; Reflection; Untitled
By: Stephanie Garon Acreage Right past Caleb’s cotton fields, dusty White clouds turn auburn soil into candy canes. Clifford Hubbard’s...
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Mar 31, 2020
Christmas Macanudo; Towards an uneasy love for Ophelia; Opening Day at U-Pick Cherries in the Leona
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...
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Mar 31, 2020
Medusa speaks
By: Joie Filippini She reconstructed her desecrated temple for my body, stitched trident wounds closed, kissed my bruised eyelids, combed...
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Mar 31, 2020
In the Tall Grass; My House, Your House; Facts about Honey
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...
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Mar 31, 2020
AMONG THE MORE DISTURBING ARTIFACTS; PEPPER; THE PREACHER TURNS HIS BACK ON THE DROUGHT
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...
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Mar 31, 2020
CIRCLES
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...
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Mar 31, 2020
The Wrong Place
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?”...
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Mar 31, 2020
Last Rites
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 ...
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Mar 31, 2020
Love Poem
By: Allissa Hertz You’re standing and your falling. passively. On the edge of nowhere is your own voice leaking out of your body in a...
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Mar 31, 2020
Streetlights
By: Scott Ferry The woman I dated when I was 27 used to explain that her father communicated with her through streetlights, hallway...
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Mar 31, 2020
In the Spirit of Seferis
By: James Zaferopolos You hear the twitter of them, off, the furies, as they drift, Descending to the water, slowly, like a flock of...
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Mar 31, 2020
Ode to COVID 19
By: M Zaman Sly and stealthy, like your other brethren you too have jumped from host to human; (an animal, rogue with a wrathful ruse,...
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Mar 31, 2020
When I Think of My Mother, I Remember
By: Matthew Feinstein I. The way she stroked my hair. II. The country songs she played in the car. III. Her browning lawn. IV. A wool...

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Mar 1, 2020
Wrestling vs. Boxing (or Silliness vs. Seriousness vs. Dead Seriousness); Rumble, Old Man, Rumble
By: Robert Eugene Rubino Wrestling vs. Boxing (or Silliness vs. Seriousness vs. Dead Seriousness) It’s false, it’s fake, it’s fantasy,...

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Mar 1, 2020
Coincidence
By: Jordan Crook Excepting the snowy slick / asphalt I’d hit / the speed limit / and not creep quietly by / the full funeral home /...

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Mar 1, 2020
SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET 55 IN A BELOW-GROUND APARTMENT:
By: Kaitlin Kerr 1. Ink on fingertips dissolving. I find a teabag, three hours later, cold and brittle. I’m regretting with a sigh that’s...

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Mar 1, 2020
I Only Know Who I Am When I Am Somebody Else
By: Ilari Pass He said: “You sure look familiar. Don’t I know you?” And by familiar, he meant somebody used to stand naked before him...

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Mar 1, 2020
refraction
By: Bobby Mullan C:\Users\Robert> //break loop example #include <iostream> using lamespace std; int main ( ) { do { with eyes closed,...

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Mar 1, 2020
The Day After Summer
By: Monica Stevens-Kirby The day after summer, skies fall in, walls close round, like June is the name of your only girl, coiled-tight...

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Feb 1, 2020
Scorched Landscape With Grouse
By: Melissa Evans here deliquesce here deliquescing heat hustled by the moor’s bold breath has brittled this dale to dust here fell...

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Feb 1, 2020
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