Poem: Bruce McRae

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Each Fear Contains a Wish A bone needle and catgut thread. Sewing a new shirt in the dark, a ghost-shirt for the dark ages, leaning toward a single flame so I might hear its indelicate whisper. A night as quiet as a doll’s house, a full moon stalking the forests, the crow on the roof … Continue reading

Poem: Robert Okaji

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Bread That year we learned the true language of fear. I baked boule and you haunted medical sites. You said to arrive I must first depart or be willing to suffer self-awareness. Let’s not mention our pact just yet. My basic boule requires a Dutch oven, 20 ounces of flour, water, yeast and salt. At … Continue reading

Double Dose Poem: Danielle Susi

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Some Pain is More Important than Other Pain We hand baskets to families who suffer for Flor de Caña where the water is sugar cane poison and watermelons bloom overnight like teenage girls Fried plantain bumps up against burning trash Tortillas molded in flying saucers over fire and I can’t tell whether it is the … Continue reading

Poem: Danielle Susi

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Burn I watched you push yourself in front of that train. And I grabbed you. Reached out with my long arm. Made you conductive like the rails. Made you carbon held against the post to be burned. So that some smoldering smoke might spread. I saw you jump from that roof but never touch down. … Continue reading

Poem: Laurie Kolp

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Invasion Even nests die, through winter’s barren limbs appear as brown spots, sores a burden to course eyes. Abnormal in the current flow of things, the stems like veins disrupt dormancy– the tumors in your brain. Texas native Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing, 2014), serves as president of Texas … Continue reading

Poem: Lauren Gordon

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Last Summer I Found God in the River what clings, what stays the noise we make in ink the lightning fields magnified by glass floods bright grass fiddled bare feet to kiss his feet to know gospel, to really know it I had to run Lauren Gordon is the author of  Meaningful Fingers (Finishing Line … Continue reading

Poem: Jason Brightwell

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The Jellyfish A blood red explosion baked brown on the highway; the abstract bell of a meandering jelly. Her thicket of wispy tentacles trail after passing cars, and fade in to the depths of a pavement sea. Roadside, in scavenger’s company a deer, crumpled into herself, long dead, becomes an artist. Jason Brightwell lives in … Continue reading

Poem: Charlie Weeks

Wooden Dandelions Crusty in meadows Saw dust blown From the desolate farmhouse Where nature’s unmentionables Continue without comment   Sewn on a porch With a rocking chair Slowly eroding The cement replacement   Since the wood broke As the slow burning embers Eventually caved it in With company of sawdust and smoke to sing.   … Continue reading

Poem: Sara Biggs Chaney

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A poem inspired by my students who asked, “is freedom even a thing?” I once heard an almost perfect song played by a virtuoso. The longest note ran through the hills of Pennsylvania with a tone like blue thread twining through the sugar maples. Beneath sound, breath: Ranging rasp of iron rafters creaking across clouded … Continue reading

Poem: Tamer Mostafa

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Letter to Lucy Corin When I was younger, I remember hearing stories about racism (and I’ve understood since the attacks that racism is just twisting a pressure valve), and I remember conditioning myself to absorb the abuse as some form of pity, to see the treatment as proof of my existence, a recessive nerve captivated … Continue reading

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