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Fire Moon RisingPoetry

Fire Moon Rising

Mark GrinyerOctober 31, 2020

California, 2020 North, South, and Central, wildfires under a quarter moon threaten the entire state. The fire moon looks down on them red as…

.salvationPoetry

.salvation

tiko lewisOctober 30, 2020

. there are things made bright bled folded autumn arrives and the yellow eyes close sunflowers jiggle then lean upturned dirt chokes-up children's fingers…

Just Another Dream WakingPoetry

Just Another Dream Waking

RC JamesOctober 29, 2020

An apple orchard; slim pathways on the hill in the near distance have turned blue in dawn light. I tell blonde Alice I’m going…

October SurprisePoetry

October Surprise

Sara ClancyOctober 27, 2020

We have tons of hammers but not enough shoes. Really, isn't it the same for you? We'd be just fine if all that's required…

FatherPoetry

Father

Kaci Skiles LawsOctober 26, 2020

I am ashamed of my schism, my contortionist brain and tongue. Told status is a ticket to love. Take hurried notes on how to…

Misery ChicPoetry

Misery Chic

Jenn ZedOctober 25, 2020

just            don't            fucking talk to me            don't try to…

This is me not exaggeratingPoetry

This is me not exaggerating

Mike CasettaOctober 23, 2020

My virginity is still lost somewhere in Athens, Greece. After serving my hippie time for marijuana possession I admit I was happy that prisons…

ChildlessPoetry

Childless

KIMBERLY McNeilOctober 17, 2020

When my son died I was devastated by the colossal waste that was his mind. That rare nonjudgmental visionary kind. My flattened affect belied…

Pig LatinPoetry

Pig Latin

Kaci Skiles LawsOctober 16, 2020

Aisyday is a collector of things. Hats and canes. Handbags. Scars. I can't be sure. I am certain. She saw me as hard tissue.…

My head is a guillotinePoetry

My head is a guillotine

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 15, 2020

baby Christmas trees in a field little bump in the backseat driving past them but most of my life I’ve been intense no wonder…

How to Survive an ApocalypsePoetry

How to Survive an Apocalypse

Andy PosnerOctober 14, 2020

I refuse to die in a bunker, even if it’s with you, my dear. I want the slow death of struggling for light, hand…

Changing Shapes of RainPoetry

Changing Shapes of Rain

Miya KoOctober 7, 2020

Comforted by the rough of the stucco wall, my back leaning on the hint of dew as I watch the moon hide out of…