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Two Poems by John Stupp

Colorado Sometimes it hits me the last time I saw my dad he was in a cardboard box at a crematorium in Colorado cold as porcelain before the conveyor moved I was too late [...]

March 19, 2016

Behavior Pattern by Frank Rubino

September 2, 2016

I have very much liked you— to feel one has acted well— My behaviors were in admiration of you and perhaps imitative [...]
Three poems by Eileen Hennessy

January 4, 2016

ABOUT MAKING MY HOME About making my home smaller and clearer: I am past caring for your expectations. I’m rediscovering [...]
The Unmaking of a Savior and other poems by Khaya Osborne

October 23, 2017

i am an unsovereign, yet abandoned nation. my capitols have all their own names but look the same: faceless, skin thin as [...]
four dog track poems by B.R. Yeager

August 1, 2015

Milky Way I was too high and the customers could tell. Negating the cold water rubbed into my eye sockets. “Having fun, [...]
Family of Four Lokos by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

February 26, 2017

Stephanie, John, and Hector spent an evening in early July selling their art on a sidewalk in Old City. The money – all [...]
Four Poems by Dorothy Chan

January 7, 2017

Sonnet XXV: Hong Kong Crabs Hold on for Dear Life Hong Kong crabs are holding on for dear life as Dad takes the tongs and I [...]
Archaeologist by Emma Fissenden

June 1, 2014

sifting through her dresser drawer distracted by the staccato hum of the pipes upstairs, by the cat leaping, less gracefully [...]
the day i stopped being a black hole and other poems by Linda M. Crate

March 7, 2017

“i bet you don’t remember me,” he said, flashing me a devil may cry smirk and eyes full of talons; i was a [...]
At my sons concert and other poems by Justin Hyde

January 9, 2017

at my son’s concert on a little wooden chair next to my ex-wife in the auditorium. we don’t talk much outside of [...]
Champ by Steph Post

June 1, 2015

We go down to the water to find him. Black crabs scurry up trees like rioters dispersed and needle-beaked birds balancing on [...]
church tit-mouse witch and other poems by Jacklyn Janeksela

February 21, 2017

so easy to call them chicken bones & even easier to read them should the weather be just right, clank a bell or a chime [...]
Part of the Same Being by Nina Ficenec

February 1, 2015

We decided to cut out of the mill early, grab a case of beer and just drive, drive, Jay’s knuckles white against the [...]