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  • Why is she searching? – Kaira Low

    Her father took her to the lake To fish for old, rusty coins that had sunk to the Bottom. She asked him if she could go for a swim, And he agreed, So she dived Down into the depths of the lake until she passed By her late brother—his body Swaddled by the green, filmy…

    Poetry, Spring 2021, Spring 2021 Poetry

  • If you close my eyes – Evgenia Jen Baranova

    *** If you close my eyes, I’ll see eagles and eaglesses. I’ll see their highland nests, their heads, and the waltz of talons. They feed their fledglings; they fall down like sabers. I open my eyes – and all of them vanish. If you close my eyes, I’ll see a small house. I’ll see the…

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  • Don’t Kiss When You Are in Quarantine – Sergey Gerasimov

    Eight billion viruses move from one set of lips to another during a kiss. Twenty billion, if you use your tongue. His eight billions have been waiting for so long. They’ve already packed their luggage. They jump up and down, impatient. But his twenty billions have already lost all hope. No, they are not some…

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  • Ode to a Leather Duffel of Long Service – Ralph J. Long Jr.

    I marvel at the sand spilling from your stitching years after I retired you to this back hall closet. No more taxis or jets or nights where my straining muscles kept your buffalo hide safe from icy salted streets. I ignored your heirloom worthiness, dragging you across uncounted borders. Remember Chiang Mai, Rome, Cape Town…

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  • Revisiting Texas – Emily Zell

    Swimming through the muggy air Shoes scraping concrete Cold brew taste on my tongue Stacked, rollercoaster highways “I wonder if it will feel like driving home” Words soaked in fear from my mother’s tongue What is home but memory? Is home what fills you with nostalgia? Or is nostalgia grief of a simpler past? My…

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  • The Beauty – Prathim Maya Dora-Laskey

    I am two years ten months old, beloved first-born: am told my face  is open as windows, my smiles gems of happiness, when baby sister is born.   I remember being taken to visit Amma and the wrinkly new baby  too in the hospital, in the morning, right  before I have to go to Mrs. Pinto’s…

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  • Zigzag – Joe Bisicchia

    Come with me                                     to where There is Here, the Eden we all once knew.                                     And no matter our errant ways sometime so unclear for every bat,                                     there is indeed me and you. Let it be…

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  • Untitled – Simon Perchik

    * This is it –a match, wood, lit the way a butterfly returns by warming its wings wider   and wider, one against the other then waits for the gust to spew out as smoke lifting you to the surface   –this single match circling down half on fire, half held close is heating your…

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  • Why Write? – Anthony Harper

    To my family it keeps me dry. To my friends I’m organizing chaos, overlapping like fish scales. To myself I lie. When really I write so maybe one day you’ll see my name through a window and read about yourself. Really, It’s so you might see me how I see you. Anthony Harper is a…

    Fall 2020, Fall 2020 Poetry, Poetry

  • Earth Songs – Jerry Prater

    Imagine the highest mountain You could climb in your mind, Where early morning mist bathes The frosted beargrass in pearly dew And wild huckleberries offer Their tart gift to fat pancakes Cooked over an open fire. Imagine all this And climb. Seek out the stones That have lost their voice, Silent in the eddy and…

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  • Black Aftermath – Thomas Piekarski

    I stared Genocide square in the eye, accused it of being a foreign spy. It laughed and said I had no business injecting facts about its sordid record. In my derision, I became fit to kill. Yet, let’s take this discussion outside, I urged, under the moonlit magenta sky where we may mitigate our differences.…

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  • Capture the Moment – Michelle Brooks

    Small fires burn in the street and the smell of gunpowder permeates the night. Another fourth of July and I feel the old pull of sadness for summers gone past, the wish that if I tried hard enough, I could shed myself and join the sparklers that erupt in the sky, that beauty could erase…

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  • RSVP – Nick Trelstad

    After they buried you, I found myself in my bedroom thumbing through a shoebox of cards – looking for you in the baptisms, birthdays, first communions, confirmations. I found you between Christmas and Valentine’s, on a piece of parchment folded over and over on itself into a small square. I pulled you open and you…

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  • Turning Face – John C. Mannone

    One step dragged in front of the other, his whole body ached, head gouged with thorns, flesh ripped to bone. Yet not a word of complaint. When they nailed him to the rough cut wood, he cried inside, his mouth open. He bled forgiveness for their ignorance. And when the heavens darkened, he spoke what…

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  • Drift – Erica Goss

    Skipped like a stone across a wide warm lake. The day, reenacted in fragments. Night a surface I bend into. Thoughts in cobweb drift to earth. Sparks of crimson dance against my eyes, a bright constellation of visitors I won’t remember when I wake. Buffeted, oh so gently, as if by wings of angels. Erica…

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  • Crescent Roll of the Moon – Alena Podobed

    The sky is frothy white with clouds like with flakes of sweet cream. The lollipop ingot of the sun has teased us and gone. Now, the darkness of the night glows with myriads of crumbs: someone has secretly feasted on a sponge cake up there. The poppy seed crescent roll of the moon is fatter…

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  • an unkindness of ravens – Abbie Hart

    once i read this adage that bad people don’t think they’re bad people which made me think i wasn’t bad which made me think i was which put me in an anxiety spiral at god knows o clock a.m sometimes i think maybe i’ve burned bridges just to have something to run from like i…

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  • There’s A Baby In Heaven For Me – Levi Mericle

    There is a dream I can’t imagine And a son I cannot hold There’s a passion I seek and a kissless cheek And a love as pure as gold There’s a child I need and a father’s greed An ocean of tears I’ve cried There’s a heaven that cradles my baby And a question not…

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  • Runaway – Erin Brody

    Gentle hum of cars on my right Rumbling of the trains on my left Locusts buzzing in front of me My family shouting behind me The wind caresses my face with her brisk hand —Like the way Mom used to— Her other hand brushes my hair towards the dusk sky Fireflies make light in out…

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  • The Old Man – Pragjyotish Bhuyan Gogoi

    The trembling old man, Spirit waning with time, Everyday I see him Head down with thoughts, Walking slowly by. But today was he smiling And was gathering quite a pace, Out of curiosity, I could not help but follow his steps. Into the woods he went And so did I. From behind a tree I…

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