Browsing: Poetry

Lesley Wheeler Permit for Demolition The front porch collapsed in a slow-clap of bricks. Next morning, a bulldozer coaxed the tin roof down. Hoses settled billows of particles—wood splinters, mold, plaster, clay baked a hundred and thirty years ago.…

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Sarah Sassoon Tunnels that Lie Under My House I am mother of boys mother of prayers for everyone to live in a house where mothers sleep at night I know of words that dig deep tunnels disturbing deep dreams…

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Amy Ralston Seife Aleppo, February 2023 blanketed by his bedroom walls    face down in rubble     the cup he newly learned to hold    filled with silent dust — his mother trapped in a distant corner when the world lurched and folded      …

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Jessie Zechnowitz Lim Following My Daughter Upstream Yes, I would like to slip quietly into a lazy river, to float downstream, buoyed by a swan-shaped raft with a beer in one hand. I don’t really care where it takes…

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Rachel Neve-Midbar In the Union We never ate the mollusks nor wore away at the sepulcherean seal. We joined forces with the many, arms woven through the crook of our neighbors’, we made our way forward. And where was…

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Natalie Marino Blue The temperature today is above one hundred degrees. The horizon is a hot violet while I pack the car to take my children to the ocean. The freeway will be full of other riders. I will…

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Suzanne Edison Spells and Prayers Before Antimatter Suzanne Edison’s first full length book, Since the House Is Burning, by MoonPath Press was published in 2022. Her chapbook, The Body Lives Its Undoing, was published in 2018. Poetry can be…

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Marisol Cortez Don’t Wanna Tell 1. I don’t want to tell my 13-year-old about Adam Toledo I told him about Daunte Wright the other day but since then, Adam from Little Village, barrio not unlike our own, was killed…

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Christy Lee Barnes I hear the sound that could have been a gunshot but definitely wasn’t               so we keep walking.             but could have been                                                    but wasn’t You bounce ahead, oblivious             as you ought to be and so,…

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DeMisty D. Bellinger On Raising Black Kids in a new century when the civil rights movement seemed ages ago and one, learning about the Rev. Dr. King, asks me if Grandma is Black and yes, I say, she is…

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