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The GardenerPoetry

The Gardener

Ann KammererJune 19, 2019

He had tended the garden pruning stems and branches with long-handled shears melded to his hands. He returned that winter, cradling a plant in…

ShuttersPoetry

Shutters

Martin SlavinJune 19, 2019

Being the hybrids that we are, neither fully prey nor fully predator, we make our rounds each night, closing windows and locking doors. We are…

no remindersPoetry

no reminders

Cheryl LeveretteJune 16, 2019

the clench in my brain is like imagination on speed ghosts fly behind my back my mom's sweet white hair the door ajar her…

Life SuppliesPoetry

Life Supplies

Lance JencksJune 15, 2019

—for Cheryl Leverette Life gets lost in the top right drawer of my desk. Those three pairs of scissors once purchased? Stuffed there way…

AgelessPoetry

Ageless

Amanda VillafrancoJune 12, 2019

in my eyes, we’re ageless in my eyes, each exploding star dust Pangeal atom that conspired in our conception has always existed we have…

Poem for BobbyPoetry

Poem for Bobby

Sara ClancyJune 9, 2019

Let's unwind the world a little for you and the curly haired girl in your class. For your parents, your aunts, your cousins and…

Pain Scale in the ERPoetry

Pain Scale in the ER

Sara ClancyJune 2, 2019

She wants me to calibrate against the wing-beat of searing fluorescents, the examining room bright with her skeptical forbearance. I tell her since I've…

Growth on the JobFiction

Growth on the Job

Tom RiordanJune 1, 2019

In the meantime, I'm here and they're not. I have learned one thing, because I get treated very unfairly, that's what I call it,…

Swamp ThingPoetry

Swamp Thing

alan catlinMay 31, 2019

It came from the depths of the sewhers of New York: Pasty faced Flaming orange hair Highlighted, feral raccoon eyes Swamp Thing Decades in…

SnapbackPoetry

Snapback

Jordan TretheweyMay 30, 2019

I tried to catch a snapping turtle in an old tin pail. She ducked and dove. I hopped and turned. It was to no…

I’m Heading SouthPoetry

I’m Heading South

John AustinMay 28, 2019

As the days draw in I will head south, past the lake’s glacial blue, up the curving road where the mountain shines, beyond the…

Softer Truths in City ParksPoetry

Softer Truths in City Parks

Tara HagenMay 27, 2019

I found them there in a still spare spring under cottonwoods grown in unnaturally straight lines in small-eyed ducks and a young girl balancing…