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Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church

A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his elbow and show him the way. Someone does, guiding [...]

September 4, 2017

Green Mountain Coffee and other poems by James Blevins

the café nearly empty— scent of burnt brew wafting through our shared morning. and you turned me on, talking of Verlaine’s passion for Rimbaud, stirring your drink. [...]

June 2, 2017

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 [...]
Psalm by Mark Tretin

September 2, 2016

PSALM The stammer of the crow is me. The stilted stream is me. The stinkweed fouling the roots of the sycamore is me. So [...]
The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

March 1, 2017

It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was [...]
Locked In, Locked Out by Claire Polders

January 4, 2016

Minnie pushes her shopping cart down the aisles and thinks about getting a car. Not to drive it, for she has nowhere to go, [...]
Distant Homeland by Joseph S. Pete

January 31, 2017

The inchoate Macedonian teen, Little more than a tender sprout, Untested and provincial, Set sail alone across the Atlantic [...]
Sea Shanties by Alicia Bones

August 14, 2017

1. Couple years ago, I bought a boiled crab off a man on the pier. I’d just started eating it when someone shouted, [...]
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, [...]
Lush by Deniz Zeynep

March 28, 2017

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South to Savannah by Chris Campanioni

October 1, 2014

The sun came through the dashboard and died under another overpass, air as thick as dreams, wanting as you might sometimes [...]
two poems by carolyn elias

June 1, 2015

Animals in Winter A pale yellow sun observes brown trout undulating inside a frozen lake, the red swollen bellies of [...]
Two Poems by C.M. Keehl

September 2, 2016

I am at the same peninsula where you told me you loved me like lake michigan never one for wading but jump right from dock [...]
A Series of Controlled Explosions By David Haight

April 1, 2015

Evelyn sat at the kitchen table the tiny hands of her tiny body wrapped in supplication around her coffee cup and never once [...]