New poem by Almyr Bump: “Plowing Water”
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New poem by Almyr Bump: “Plowing Water”
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New Poem by J.S. Alexander: “Sabat (Loyalty)”
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New poem by DR James: Surreal Expulsion
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New poem by Pawel Grajnert: Michigan
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In collaboration with So Say We All‘s Veterans Writing Division, founder Justin Hudnall and The Wrath-Bearing T…
New Poetry by Ben White: “Cleaning the M60 – 39 Years and January 26, 1984”
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New poem by Kat Raido: “Blood Goggles”
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New Poem by Amalie Flynn: “Strip”
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New Poetry by Damian White: “Alabaster Clouds”
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New poem by Abena Ntoso: “Dear Melissa”
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New poetry by Luis-Lopez Maldonado: “Virus Como Chocolate” and “Pancho Villa, Cesar Chavez y Luis L…
to forget or not maybe to forget or not maybe to fight for memory or not i’m here i’m she lying on my ba…
Our Prayers where are the shields/we need/to stop the blastof bullets Glockand AKassaults?that overwhelm the bluein o…
Desperate Need of Help
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New Poem by Jennifer Smith: “So This is My Career”
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AMPHIBIOUS In Hokusai’s “Kanagawa Wave,” the boatmen look like a school of masquerading fish about to d…
ACTION IS PRETTY / image by Amalie Flynn This is a drill. This is only a drill. They voted to abolish history.…
RABBIT TRAILS in the Texas dust. We’re flat in the dirt so we can poke around down there with a long st…
messages from below the radio signals emanated from the depths commuters puzzled over the whistles and …
When the goddess cries out,
her voice is a mountain against
the fighting. But the old soldier
keeps…
NAUGHT There is naught to be done for it: We are over As the ocean is over its attraction And is now crawling Back fr…
SOUNDINGS Things, your black b-ball shoes, loose-laced, open-tongued, curse one corner; your books, benched, t…
Our Folklore Long ago, you were molten rock, and I— well, I spoke the language of bears. But now that I have been out…
New Poetry from DA Gray: “Cactus Tuna”; “We Return from the Holy Land. God Stays”; and “…
my brother, the Marine the recruiters come weeks earlier than agreed— arrive in alloy, aluminum with authority…
GNATS Evening fire sparking over Sutro’s rim, igniting cirrus dragons drifting away from the sun. Jules and I, enthra…
On Orthodox Easter in Mariupol We finished our jelly beans red and yellow, purple, green, the last bite of cho…
New Poetry by Nidhi Agrawal: “The Goddess Incarnates;” “Cow Dust;” and “Emancipation…
ORANGE It’s June, and a few stubborn ones still hang on the trees. We stand on the back of the pickup to pluck one— s…
We set small bowls of sugar water
on the garden’s edge. Bees were scarce
since the freeze which had almos…
Hetch Hetchy There are two signs on The towel rack. One says, “cozy” and explains that The towel rack Heats your towe…
No matter where we are, the oceans
meet us in some form.
I am small
and my daughter (who is only…
Beatitudes I. The Lord blessed us with knowledge. Twin curses, good and evil. Why else plant the luscious tree…
SPIDER / 150 Thick in Louisiana swamps Atchafalaya Basin Hot cypress shooting out Stretching in that bayou Where pipe…
TOUCHSTONE My child’s fairy-tale quilt is frail: the wizard ripped, the prince bald, the fairy’s wing clipped. Only t…
JUSTIN ALTER, SLIGHTLY DRUNK, ADDRESSES MAYA, WHO IS IN EGYPT Now as I am hungover and queasy stumping about the tilt…
I, born from the womb of
my mother’s remembrances
wrapped in the cocoon
of her story[…]
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STILL I never thought of you as a hopeless romantic; this was news to me. Are you still meditating? Meditate o…
All Wars Are Boyish Autopilot on self-destruct, we went joy riding on tanks into the thermal wasteland. The st…
EACH NIGHT MY MOTHER DIES AGAIN Each night the phone rings— Your mother has passed. Each night I expect to be …
WOUNDED —to Laura Bleating thing without wool Thunder without sound Ghost of wooded peaks, of cons…
A Brief History of the Spanish Conquest Tell me again of that fabulous kingdom where a single ear of co…
SOMETHING LIKE NIGHTFALL something, like night falls slow, as if nothing in the world has ever moved but dista…
Praying at the Temple of Forgiveness for Zea Joy, in memoriam Last Monday you threw yourself, your body, dress…
New poetry by Mary Ann Dimand: “Earth Appreciation” and “Lusting, Stinting”
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ABBA-1975 Abba’s lyrics, like water shot from La Bufadora, mingle with volcanic steam from metallic pots of corn. And…
Politics Every 20 years or so boys dress up And kill each other for fun. It’s the way of the wrack of the world The w…
RABBITS IN AUTUMN Who will find our bones in a thousand years, bleached and brittle under the unyielding sun, scatter…
Aphrodite Urania From a womb of foam I came to be a woman, heavenly gestated from Father, who also brought wea…
REHAB DAY 1 He hadn’t told me, hadn’t stopped drinking drank beer in the hallway near recycling where people b…