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An Eerie Dream Crawling Through Shadows || James Piatt

September 20, 2023

I am in a spaceless gap between here and elsewhere. My memories run down the dark corridors of my mind like wounded ravens in the night. I live in a galactic gap of existence, a pause between micro-moments in

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Love Note to My Country || Jeanine DeRusha

September 20, 2023

But still I love you, as how a mother worn by a child’s complaints admires the back of his small head of curls. Or the way a woman leaves her fireplace into winter’s bitter ice with her dog leashed

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Ode #2 To A Devil With A Little Bit Of Angel Dust || Kenneth DiMaggio

September 20, 2023

“She’s a devil with a little bit of angel dust.” –The Dropkick Murphys Leaving the safety of art school for the uncertainty of being an artist you photographed the detritus along the Williamsburg Bridge: the empty syringes & burned

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The Goo of Space || Purusha Mendenhall

December 10, 2022

I see that I am a form in space, sitting and waiting. The red light as alive as my lungs and my kidneys. The car in front of me, the car beside me, the drivers and passengers behind their

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The Last Scoundrel in the World || Dmitry Blizniuk

November 23, 2022

She examined her hands meticulously like a bark beetle examines maple branches. A stone-eating politeness permeated her voice. As she spoke, the yachts in the bay, their sails folded, glittered in the sunlight– splinters in the body of an

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Lumbar Street || John J. Trause

May 9, 2022

The first night in the city I saw the sticker of a skeleton and roses on the back window of a rust orange Nova, I think, and smelled the scent of jasmine wafting through the open windows of a

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Garden Therapy || Charlene Langfur

April 22, 2022

This is how it is now in these times. What grows around me matters big time. The sunflowers and the nasturtium seed planted in giant plastic containers. The tiny sprouts in the morning grown taller, little leaves and stems

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In Exchange || Dee Allen

April 22, 2022

I feel for the antediluvian forests Being systemically cut for American lumber for building Spreading more civilization, European biomass for burning As factory-made fuel, new Means to spoil the air— Critters of the trees, of wings and paws, Forced

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—4/29 10:25 pm 55º Variably cloudy || Gerald Wagoner

February 16, 2022

Too often lately, on my nightly walk I make out a form half in shadow down the block. I’m sure that she or he waits on their dog, but closer it’s the work of dark and fog. More clearly

Tag: Featured Poetry

An Eerie Dream Crawling Through Shadows || James Piatt

Love Note to My Country || Jeanine DeRusha

Ode #2 To A Devil With A Little Bit Of Angel Dust || Kenneth DiMaggio

The Goo of Space || Purusha Mendenhall

The Last Scoundrel in the World || Dmitry Blizniuk

Lumbar Street || John J. Trause

Garden Therapy || Charlene Langfur

In Exchange || Dee Allen

—4/29 10:25 pm 55º Variably cloudy || Gerald Wagoner

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