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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...

rabbit holes by Siskind

rabbit holes it begins with an opera mask formed in binary code i slip it on and am a p h a n t o m a master of...

Reflections of the Delta by Eugene Tibbs

Reflections of the Delta An old Cadillac floats past the snow-white fields,Its old dents have traveled here before,Soft blue-sky surrounds the car, enveloping the ground,The...

Two Poems by Lucy Collins

The Exodus of Icarus Standing in the candlelightWatching the flames flicker up, and down,Watching your eyes turn golden and fill with determination.You say you’ll carry...

Memories by Jasmin Wu

Memories I’ll never forget the kitchen with the drooling wafts of bashful morning sun dribbling through the yawning window.I’ll never forget the kitchen with the...

Collections by Gail Atwater

Collections My childhood collectionsstamps from every countryplaced neatly in a booktiny porcelain cats in a boxand stories about their livesthat made sense Fifty years later, I...

Wish to be Wind by Garrett Souliere

Wish to Be Wind Two men come,With man-built instruments;They laid on the groundTarps, big, blue, stretchedCanvases collect whatwas left of this year's trees. Brown blankets breakWet...

A Poem by Alan Abrams

To a Lover, Foolishly Abandoned Years Ago, For Her Birthday in Early April What I wish for you: sunrise, with just the right number of...

Easter Eve in Philadelphia 1963: For My Sisters by Bernardine (Dine) Watson

On the nightbefore the resurrection,four little girlsare seated aroundthe dining room tablea rainbow of chocolatesand twice as sweet. Sisters, they gather to performa family sacrament--turning...

The Rusalka’s Dance by Elizabeth Stevens

I watch him from my waters, wondering at what his thoughts may be. He cuts at reeds along my riverbanks, his sickle an arc of whistling air,...

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Two Poems by Chloe Yelena Miller

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

a february afternoon with rumi and bach by Craig Flaherty

a february afternoon withrumi and bach thick crust dense walnut breadhe tears to add to the lamb stewcarrots onions peas a stockof pureed turnip kale...

Three Poems by Lisa Couturier

In Florida, Visiting My Father Who Has Parkinson’s and Dementia Like sand dunes, his cheeks are sliding away and his white hair has collectedin tufts...
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