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Reinbert plays SatiePoetry

Reinbert plays Satie

Nathalie SpaansFebruary 25, 2023

It takes a lifetime to press. And there's no atonement but for the very rebellion of being in the flesh, I've seen birds hang…

AlonePoetry

Alone

Raymond HuffmanFebruary 24, 2023

this silence is better soft sounds of the keyboard the gale winds and rain stop subtle whispering of the ceiling fan birds gone to…

this poem is called three boys were shot dead in a parking lot in charlottesvillePoetry

this poem is called three boys were shot dead in a parking lot in charlottesville

Jill WinkowskiFebruary 21, 2023

the fifer piping long around the main street and also the kathunk of a truck crossing the coleman, today is the reckoning of sadness,…

Still I CryPoetry

Still I Cry

Kaci Skiles LawsFebruary 20, 2023

I didn’t replace you, girl. I did clean the blood your body left after the cancer came on, a slow crawl. Then quick. Like…

Near Stone Creek a Mile from ImaginationPoetry

Near Stone Creek a Mile from Imagination

james stephenFebruary 19, 2023

dinner boys are unnecessary to window a past of shed snakeskins hushed of meat everyone leaves on last-laugh ships tricky grandfathers too when the…

RegretPoetry

Regret

Andy PosnerFebruary 18, 2023

“The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement.” Wayne Dyer I have put pen to much that I ought not have…

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Sonja Benskin MesherFebruary 15, 2023

is your head clear today, loose limbs, while mild air floats above. will you go the other way, as you did yesterday?

Pain of the sexPoetry

Pain of the sex

Nathalie SpaansFebruary 14, 2023

One. The burden to carry other, to make it all right. I take my prejudice hard rather have it punched down the drain, things…

The black rose of povertyPoetry

The black rose of poverty

Daniel J. Flore IIIFebruary 11, 2023

the black rose of poverty smells like the money you wanna ask your parents for old leftover refrigerated pizza the leather of a wallet…

Li Po Embraces the MoonPoetry

Li Po Embraces the Moon

RC JamesFebruary 8, 2023

Moon, I've lost my shadow. Three friends are here, ready to drink and dance, as Zhongba temple bells toll. My pilgrimage took me past…

No one died when the house burned downPoetry

No one died when the house burned down

Kaci Skiles LawsFebruary 7, 2023

Days before the flames, I flailed and freaked in your arms at the front door of our friends’ home. I was one, my sister,…

Back Cover BlurbPoetry

Back Cover Blurb

Daniel J. Flore IIIFebruary 6, 2023

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