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Sonja Benskin MesherMay 14, 2023

so far we have read the rules in black and white in print meanwhile others translate them in different colors i read your poetry…

Sound of the OrganPoetry

Sound of the Organ

Obed LadinyMay 13, 2023

Went to church today. A sanctuary of a few sitting and spread out at the pews in front and behind me. A man at…

To look for yourselfPoetry

To look for yourself

Nathalie SpaansMay 12, 2023

You are not the trees, nor the clouds reflected in a black plate pond. The diving knife breaks the disk pulls the jelly plant:…

His CoatPoetry

His Coat

Obed LadinyMay 11, 2023

His coat of several years— an acoustic blue and thyme puffer morphed into kangaroo pockets. It hordes crumpled store receipts (with barely visible ink),…

What else goes on that I don’t know about?Fiction

What else goes on that I don’t know about?

Sherry CassellsMay 10, 2023

It’s been raining since Christmas yet the water is lower than ever before and there’s a newly revealed rock looks like the hood of…

When I Am OldPoetry

When I Am Old

HughLemmaMay 9, 2023

I will grow my remaining hair long, and wear slip-on shoes. I will clear a corner in my house, set up an easel, and…

That one time I made money off of poetryPoetry

That one time I made money off of poetry

Daniel J. Flore IIIMay 8, 2023

he let me sell my poetry books in his comic book shop one day I wandered in to see if any had sold they…

This Order vs DisorderPoetry

This Order vs Disorder

Obed LadinyMay 7, 2023

I rearranged my books on the shelf today in alphabetical order. Didn't realize how much time had passed on arrangements alone. What about the…

In the red cornerPoetry

In the red corner

Obed LadinyMay 6, 2023

Doesn't wanna see the next day As long as his hair and beard Not shaved. Same old sweater. Same old fading jeans. Same Old…

do the dead write poetry?Poetry

do the dead write poetry?

Mike CasettaMay 5, 2023

when i am dead will i search for a dead goose’s feather & dip the calamus into a dead fire’s ashes & into a…

A Familiar PlacePoetry

A Familiar Place

Nathalie SpaansMay 1, 2023

A small hermit crab walked on her hand, she gently cupped and closed. Hermit crab moved house that day, but still it was a…