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Stung by news of poachingPoetry

Stung by news of poaching

David BelcherApril 22, 2024

Pricked by the image of winking killers with guns held aloft, I open to a fiercer version of myself: I am storm winds, I…

New Years DayPoetry

New Years Day

John GurneyApril 20, 2024

of what first day of what first hour a frigid dawn with northern winds ice blue sky how one day slips into the next…

Where Is Peace On Earth? (After Linda Pastan)Poetry

Where Is Peace On Earth? (After Linda Pastan)

HughLemmaApril 19, 2024

Where is peace on earth? you ask and I say it is present the way silence is present beneath the din of everything; it arrives…

MediumsPoetry

Mediums

D. E. KernApril 18, 2024

There’s a pencil scratch across the sky, a jagged mark from a passing plane, and a placid river where I like to think of…

An Idyllic SicknessPoetry

An Idyllic Sickness

Jordan TretheweyApril 16, 2024

“[…] a groundless sadness called forth in a person’s heart by a pastoral landscape.”     - Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage…

THE MOST RECENT CONVERSATIONPoetry

THE MOST RECENT CONVERSATION

Obed LadinyApril 15, 2024

The most recent conversation with ma took place over the telephone. Her voice seemed a bit formal and reserved; mine was a black hole…

Looking through youPoetry

Looking through you

Ken TomaroApril 14, 2024

in the midst of the steel and mortar of downtown Cleveland​ is a small park-like section, an old cemetery actually​ sitting right in the…

EnlightenmentPoetry

Enlightenment

Andy PosnerApril 13, 2024

I was seventeen when I read Alan Watts’ The Way of Zen a couple pages at a time, putting down the book to observe sunset…

Leak at the GymPoetry

Leak at the Gym

Rich GlinnenApril 11, 2024

While stretching my neck, I notice water dripping from the ceiling And a puddle on the floor Beside the rowing machine. It trembles with…

PigeonPoetry

Pigeon

Skyler KimockApril 9, 2024

What theatre-mask to wear for the pigeon Dying, guttered in tarnished aluminum, a crumpled pile of fly-ash and clean smoke half-hidden by wrought-iron guardrails;…

A long timePoetry

A long time

Oliver StansfieldApril 6, 2024

our words have never meant less scraped together,                 they barely mark this page in the shadow of her death. we watched your penultimate breath…