Poetry
Three Poems by Rick Lupert

Three Poems by Rick Lupert

When the synagogue told me / we’d be going to the duck pond to / cast away our sins / I thought, that’s not fair to the ducks.
Two Poems by Allison Collins

Two Poems by Allison Collins

That time after the Golden Hour / when the sky glows one slow chalk streak, / the horizon like flesh / pressed to a lightbulb, / I said, come with me.
Three Poems by Marissa Glover

Three Poems by Marissa Glover

I don’t even know how you got published. / Of all writers in the world, you’re the worst.
We Are Sorry for Your Loss

We Are Sorry for Your Loss

by Ken Massicotte
 
I wasn’t frightened by damnation, preferred / Merry Company in a Pergola, / Jan Steen’s tavern maid with the cider pot
Two Poems by JJ Campbell

Two Poems by JJ Campbell

all my dreams / cost more than / whatever money / i ever had in my / life
Three Poems by KG Newman

Three Poems by KG Newman

How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
Two Poems by Colin Dodds

Two Poems by Colin Dodds

God may have created / the universe and all therein / But he never made any money off it
Three Poems by Lynn Horton

Three Poems by Lynn Horton

Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
Self-Portrait

Self-Portrait

by Jack D. Harvey
 
Yes, that is me / on my pet pony / only two and a half years old.
Two Poems by Amelia Leff

Two Poems by Amelia Leff

When the beam snapped, / the rope that clung to my life slipped. / The roof caved in as / I saw the floorboards part, / revealing the Cuyahoga gushing below.
Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger

Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger

When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
Two Poems by David Spicer

Two Poems by David Spicer

I’m the Mad Sestina King. / Sestinas haunt me twenty-four hours a day. / People laugh, claim I’m a fool.
The Living Dance

The Living Dance

by Tammy Oberhausen
 
Tuning up, a chord, a riff, / my grandfather plays / Freight Train, finger-thumb picking style, / and we three girls are on our feet.
Three Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart

Three Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart

She carries his taco tray, and folds up / his walker, leans it against the faux-brick / wall.
See Naples and Die

See Naples and Die

by Edison Jennings
 
See Naples and die, Johann Goethe wrote, / the deep-dish bay, smoke plumed Vesuvius, / the castle and the terraced hills

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