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Two Poems by Jacqueline Jules

Avocado Secret When the widow wrote how her husband once said she was like a perfectly ripe avocado, I wanted to rush right out and buy one. Examine its tough exterior, creamy...

From Let The Wind Push Us Across by Jane Schapiro

Tent Sometimes in the morning, before opening my eyes, I dream of our tent, that tiny green dome. From behind its walls thin as skin, I hear birds, leaves, a brush...

James Hampton, The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millennium General Assembly (ca. 1950–1964) by Pamela Murray Winters

Tossing away sandwiches, chewing gum, cigarettes, he made his heaven from wrappers, commerce’s carapace. Who would discard the meat of the thing: shake out the book and bow to the...

Epilogue by Neelam Patel

I hate you with the sharpness of the edges of a Viking's teeth I hate you from every part of my body - from my...

Kitchen Fire by Kate Horowitz

In the photo of the kitchen fire, We are dressed for Christmas: Me in a flammable hand-me-down jacket, Her in her costume jewelry And her Edward Scissorhands t-shirt.   The...

The Beginning of Prayer by Sarah Katz

My father, tangled in the height of adolescence, wept outside Old Saint Paul’s Church as spring died, reading Desiderata. The poem lay inscribed in rock at the...

True Story Metaphors by Diana Smith Bolton

True Story Metaphor for My Parents' Divorce In this shrinking house, I am still growing, my wrist gripped between window and sill, one toe pinched in neat...

Lucifer by CL Bledsoe

When I went to pick my daughter up at pre-school, the kids were on the playground. Her teachers eyed me uncomfortably and glanced across the slide at...

[POEM] Drinking Weather by Gregory Luce

Sky perfect dull gray intermittent spits of rain not cold or warm and just enough wind to get inside a jacket and I have nothing to do and all the...

U-Turn by Naomi Thiers

A new poem by Naomi Thiers: "I think of the woman driving Cypress Street Viaduct in the ’89 quake who heard God hiss: go back.

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Infinite Nothing(s) by Ethan Goffman

Infinite Nothing(s) It is a law of the physical world—although not of mathematics—that if you multiply zero enough, 0 x 0 x 0 x 0...

Two Poems by Marianne Szlyk

Hobbs Square, 1955, Worcester, MAAfter a photograph of Cecile Aaronson by a Telegram and Gazette photographer The woman stands at the open windowon the day...

Three Poems by Stephani E.D. McDow

Cosquilla you provided for me make-believe-come-realfairy tales tangible and new<you added texture to my paintingsgrains of heaven engulfed in color and hue linear needs met wavy...
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