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MICHAEL LAFONTAINE
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Four Poems by Sloane Eliot

oxytocin waste of time on the sonogram, our mistake looked like an eclipse it felt like staring at the sun i looked until i [...]
The Season Finale by Carly Berg

George, I realized as we turned onto our street, had ruined my life. His eagerness to play big provider made it too easy to just be a mother. Our daughter barely looked up from chatting with her new dorm mates when I waved good-bye. Now I was nothing. <a href=""> Read More... [...]
How to Survive Heartbreak and other poems by Courtney LeBlanc

Acknowledge the wrecking ball in your chest, the slow heaving back and forth as it crashes against your heart. Brush your [...]
Driving Through Fog by AJ Huffman

Highway markers tick by, blurry sentinels barely breaking the monotony of trees, their black skeletal arms directing me [...]
Homeward and other poems by MJ Santiago

I thought I remembered digging into your soft sides, dripping splinters on the ground. And after that a hole remained. We [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
Over and other poems by Donna Dallas

Damn girl. Look at you. Who made venom so thick course through your blood? The cold flow of winter is in you. Blue blood, [...]
De Stijl by Sarah Vernetti

Claire stands and struggles to find her balance. The walls, the floor, the ceiling converge as a single plane, the seams [...]
Richie by Amy Scharmann

Richie usually checked to see if I was awake before he practiced. He liked that I had no knowledge or interest in piano. [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

Music And Lyrics By I was there I was there I was There I was there I was there when The clouds were melting icebergs [...]
A Call to the Stronger Sex by Christine Stoddard

Ancestors whisper hungrily from their cradles of stars They will haunt us until we women-folk feed their obsession for [...]
A Photograph as a Photograph as is by Sarah Arantza Amador

Erika and I sit on a bench in front of the high school. I am in my sunglasses in the heat of the day, the day that I am [...]