Poetry
Two Poems by David Spicer

Two Poems by David Spicer

You know Frida Kahlo had one wide eyebrow / and a mustache, right? They helped define her beauty.
Two Poems by Meaghan Andrews

Two Poems by Meaghan Andrews

My grandparents know your / grandparents, that’s the size / of the town we were born / to work with.
Three Poems by Hilary Sideris

Three Poems by Hilary Sideris

You ask me, then / space out as I explain / the long & short / of the vowel “I.”
A Poem of Protest Signs

A Poem of Protest Signs

by Adam McCulloch
 
Where do I start? / This is very bad. / I don’t have time for this. I am not a professional protester!
Kindle Kick Kill

Kindle Kick Kill

by S.O. Fasrus
 
Maybe these are very bad consonants
Warning

Warning

by Phil Berry
 
There’s a silver balloon / Over a post by the road / Where all must pause.
Two Poems by M. Stone

Two Poems by M. Stone

We are trespassers, all of us tourists / seeking out this almost ghost town
Wounds

Wounds

by Juleus Ghunta
 
The night she tried to beat me, I slept on the veranda / of the shop in the square.
Three Poems by Michelle Brooks

Three Poems by Michelle Brooks

Bleak, that’s a given. No sun for / days. The spring doesn’t arrive / soon enough.
Two Poems by Gail Hosking

Two Poems by Gail Hosking

It’s warm. Always / warm with some war starting up, more / children to raise.
Instructions For Travel in Times of Doubt

Instructions For Travel in Times of Doubt

by Suzi Banks Baum
 
Take a deeper breath, / the kind that quiets your belly / when you stand on the cliff’s edge of a new now.
Two Poems by Nancy Devine

Two Poems by Nancy Devine

Dangerous / to let the sharks of worry swim away / after dismissing them into the open ocean
Three Poems by Victoria Ruwi

Three Poems by Victoria Ruwi

Manless I dance; my shadow follows me. / I can shift its weight, whirl with indifference.
Two Poems by David Spicer

Two Poems by David Spicer

Before I toast you with Here’s / to the Buddhist who never judges, / I’ll tell a joke about a black marble / statue of Lenin everybody thinks / is you.
Sonder

Sonder

by Kelly Konya
 
When he speaks of mindfulness and writes it off— / prayer is better suited but for what?— / I can tell he believes it, fathoms it clearly.

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