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Edna St. Vincent Millay: Song of a Second April

Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.

April 4, 2025 · 15 Comments

Byron Hoot: To Life

The restlessness
of age has entered me.  That longing for more 
knowing there’s only less to take in.

April 3, 2025 · 15 Comments

Patricia A. Nugent: Scenes from a Tesla Takedown

When I first heard about it, I knew I’d go. I’ve been showing up for more than fifty years, starting with the Vietnam war.

April 1, 2025 · 13 Comments

Sean Sexton: Fool’s Day

Was it they’d mostly finished their work,
how the bulls came along this morning, let
themselves be driven back to their pasture
still in ruin with holes dug from last year’s
nine-month layoff?

April 1, 2025 · 16 Comments

James Crews: Beech Trees in Spring

Perhaps they need the reassurance,
or maybe they’re here to lend music 
to the silence of winter

March 27, 2025 · 17 Comments

Derrick Z. Jackson: EPA Staff Stand Firm As Administration Lobs Cuts, Baseless Accusations, and Cruelty

A decimated EPA means less scrutiny for another Flint water crisis, less eyeballs on Superfund sites, and limited ability to investigate toxic contamination after train derailments, such as the incident two years ago in East Palestine, Ohio.

March 26, 2025 · 4 Comments

Jane C. Miller: Two Poems

What’s ahead
horses see only
by degrees, the way love ends,
no one touching in the dark.

March 24, 2025 · 9 Comments

Michelle Bitting: Sudden

I wanted to come home transformed
and be surprised by the flickering
in our radically impermanent
robes

March 22, 2025 · 20 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Leaving It There

I stop weeding, stand still a while, hands on hips,
because it’s back again — that feeling of elation
tangled with grief.

March 19, 2025 · 32 Comments

Jianqing Zheng: The Overlook

I embrace two rivers, the Changjiang and the Mississippi, each taking a share of my tributary for thirty-four years. Life is a river. The migration from East to West is a way of releasing the self for a confluence of places and allowing the rivers to flow through me and form a shoal of belonging.

March 18, 2025 · 10 Comments

Linda Blaskey: Two Poems

The air I take in feels thin, ragged, and rough against the walls of my lungs.
This neighbor to the south of us uses a .22 long rifle.
So does the neighbor to the north.

March 15, 2025 · 17 Comments

Sonali Kolhatkar: 7 Ways to Rise Up Against Trumpism 2.0

Grassroots movements, legal organizations, and nonprofits are leading the opposition.

March 11, 2025 · 4 Comments

Arlene Weiner: Attachments

The lesson I draw over and over
is, everything can change
in a moment.
All that you have is lent.

March 10, 2025 · 16 Comments

Derrick Z. Jackson: President Trump’s Cabinet of Polluters, Frackers and Climate Crisis Deniers Rushes to Gut Protections

Left in the wake are demonized and demoralized federal scientists.

March 9, 2025 · 6 Comments

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