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Laplace’s CatPoetry

Laplace’s Cat

Wim ColemanNovember 10, 2026

is the player who wins when you lose at solitaire and whose cosmic background purr is easily taken for the mutterings of God.  

A summoningPoetry

A summoning

Cameron McClureNovember 10, 2026

I summoned you with oil and incense with holy thoughts in a great cathedral with the patterns of light through stained glass with wounds…

NovemberPoetry

November

Hugh LemmaNovember 10, 2026

I love the warmth of fresh tears as they pool around my eyelids, how the wind cools them and takes them into himself while…

I Was Meant For MorePoetry

I Was Meant For More

Hannah N HoltonNovember 9, 2026

I was meant for more. Teetering on the edge of grief and hope, brushing tears from cold cheeks. “I wasn’t a problem, I was…

The AirportFiction

The Airport

james stephenNovember 9, 2026

“Look at me, sir. Are you carrying any prohibited items?” I look right into his eyes. My jaw locks. I can’t find a normal…

After the wedding partyPoetry

After the wedding party

Marc WoodwardNovember 9, 2026

In the mouse-creak hours of a country inn night the harvest moon lit up a painting on the flaky wall - a cottage, a…

MuertaPoetry

Muerta

Amanda VillafrancoNovember 8, 2026

If you have died, …all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain on my soul night and day, the snow will…

MythPoetry

Myth

Amanda VillafrancoNovember 8, 2026

“Let’s make up a story Of how we arrived here.” -Adam Clay Maybe we are the flinty point of an arrow God shot from…

WeedsPoetry

Weeds

John AustinNovember 8, 2026

Father hated weeds He swooped on them in the fields, slicing off  purple heads, thumping a grubber into the hard ground to ferret out the…

Counting the HomelessPoetry

Counting the Homeless

Michael AckerNovember 7, 2026

Like a crumpled paper bag, she lay in the bushes behind the gas station. We noticed her because of a shoe-less foot glowing in…

In the VeinPoetry

In the Vein

Joan ColbyNovember 7, 2026

Vancomycin and Ceftriaxone drip from bags Into the PICC lines of patients Who rest in mismatched recliners. This room reserved for victims of infectious…

Hell isn’t emptyPoetry

Hell isn’t empty

Sara ClancyNovember 7, 2026

Hell isn't empty it’s just off kilter. The schemers and the treacherous marginalized to make room for the brutal, the vulgar and the blood-simple.…