A Poem I Meant to Title 'Venus in Gemini.'
The word landed with a stony thud onto my still-beating chest. —Anna Akhmatova I open the door a crack to try and press a story...
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Monique Marani
- Feb 13
on the habits and private rites of the married Wordsworths
William and Dorothy Wordsworth had been known to lie on the ground and imagine their bodies beside one another in the grave. awaiting...
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Julie Benesh
- Oct 24, 2022
Paying It Forward
Almost every month I worried until it came I was intact, virginal, but PMS rendered me paranoid visions of sperm seeping as advice...
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Evan Benedict
- Oct 7, 2022
Sheets of Ink
how can i ink you down when there’s no word for “eyes of wildflower and vine?” for the way our bodies meet at the hips, trench your...
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J.B. Fredkin
- Sep 29, 2022
Wordless
I will shuffle into today through the garage door where I’ll collect a high octane anxiety with old coffee grounds and soft boiled...
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Preeti Talwai
- Sep 19, 2022
"Colonoscopy Prep," "Glass Squid," and "Hematoma"
Preeti Talwai writes from the California coast, where she is also a researcher at Google. Her work has been published or is forthcoming...
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Ellie Laabs
- Sep 14, 2022
In Expectation of Summer
These, the crushed-cicada days. Dry heat on brick, shoes quicken under sweat. Everything feels trodden one too many times. A smutty haze...
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Leah Browning
- Sep 14, 2022
"5150" and "Encyclopedia Britannica"
5150 This time, I get to ride next to her in the back of the ambulance. It’s a short distance to the hospital but the only things they...
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[jp/p]
- Sep 12, 2022
Assisted Dying
There are no barbed wires here: there are keypad numbers green lights and weathered LEDs glued half-heartedly to brick We punch the...
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Patrick Wilcox
- Aug 30, 2022
Summer of racial reckoning
No, we can do better -- That summer was so much more -- Summer of swelter -- Summer of sickness and last ditch efforts -- Starving young...
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Julie Benesh
- Jul 26, 2022
Three Curses
I. My mother was 17, cancer-orphaned, about to be married when she saw the blood. She thought she was injured or dying of the family...
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Sophia Falco
- Jun 8, 2022
Spider Legs
after Tommy Orange. I would pluck the daddy long-legs from the peeling yellow painted walls placing them in my doll house out of rubber...
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Ed Doerr
- Jun 3, 2022
A Poem by Ed Doerr
Organizing My Underwear Drawer By Silhouette, Color, & Designer As A Coping Mechanism At the Onset of a Panic Attack Don’t die in a pair...
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Cindy Buchanan
- Jun 1, 2022
Awakening
I run beside the bay, a ritual to sift through the accumulation of late night film noir that loops behind my eyes. The sun streaks pink...
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Julia Alter
- May 9, 2022
The Ballad of Swilt Jack
by Julia Alter Child of coyote howl & sediment spilling down a ravine Nobody’s friend friend of...
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Jessica Scirocco
- Apr 26, 2022
"The clarity of the moon, novels and sink" and "Stained Beach"
The clarity of the moon, novels and sink It was two months before I didn’t need a mirror to remind me of the curved lines in my eyes....
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S.D. Dillon
- Apr 21, 2022
"A hundred yards onto the lake" and "Movement(s)"
A hundred yards onto the lake A coyote trots across the ice Between the pier and open waters. The wind chill is ten below. Wedges of ice...
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Walter Weinschenk
- Apr 21, 2022
Underwater
I I tumbled through A school of fish, A swirling horde, A silver coil That danced Around me Like a circle of light While, below, Green...
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Laura Ohlmann
- Apr 19, 2022
Spit
Hall light slits the table, your hands on the tabletop, nails splitting at the tips, knot of hair missing from the center of scalp where...
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Tia Cowger
- Apr 12, 2022
"Siren Song" and "The Boat
I haven’t always been a shipwreck—heart chest hasn’t always been locked up with warped sides, rusted keyhole. The sirens sung my father...
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