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Jose Padua: With the Morning Moon Shining Down Upon Me through These Thick Walls

This morning I pounded
a nail into the wall
using a book
by Franz Kafka.

January 20, 2022 · 2 Comments

Valerie Duff: Follow You Into

In the Wellesley 
Botanic Gardens
the seedlings 
spread in rows

January 19, 2022 · Leave a comment

Lex Runciman: Coast Morning Not a Painting

The upper third color field
is all tin flash, ocean blue shoulders and tics.
That wide mid-brown crossed by shine is sand
and fresh water going home.

January 18, 2022 · 4 Comments

Patricia Spears Jones: The Devil’s Wife Explains Broken “45s”

The devil hates Black genius. Made him work harder than hard to render
it witless and dope stung.

January 17, 2022 · 5 Comments

Terry Blackhawk: Cambridge, Massachusetts — 1951

the boy with curlier hair and light brown skin
over by the windows and Roland, who was darker,
with short cut hair, whose name I’ve carried all these years

January 16, 2022 · 7 Comments

Ellen McGrath Smith: Hand me your last resurrection 

like a small child hidden in a hollow tree
while the soldiers kill his family

January 15, 2022 · 3 Comments

Nina Clements: Singing Bowl Massage

You are on the table
but also floating
in the center
of a lake.

January 13, 2022 · Leave a comment

Sydney Lea: Heterodox

A knows of B
That after grim chemo his hair came back
The doctors reckoned they’d licked his disease

January 13, 2022 · 2 Comments

Wendy Mnookin: A Love Poem

I don’t want to complain about my mother, because she did a lot of nice things. Some very considerate things. She came to Boston when my younger son was born … Continue reading

January 12, 2022 · 5 Comments

Jefferson Carter: Life Partner

For convenience, I & my life partner
(the woman formerly known as my wife)
have numbered our arguments. 

January 11, 2022 · 2 Comments

Maryfrances Wagner: Chuck

‘What are we? Humans? Animals? Savages?’ — William Golding – Lord of the Flies

January 10, 2022 · 5 Comments

Jane Taylor: Poverty

O then, let the wealthy and gay
But see such a hovel as this,
That in a poor cottage of clay
They may know what true misery is.

January 7, 2022 · Leave a comment

Susan Kelly-DeWitt: The Moon Is Doing The Australian Crawl

my mother has worked her way up 
through the wave-rungs
of the spirit-corps’ fleshless ladder—
secretary of the afterworld

January 6, 2022 · 2 Comments

Molly Fisk: Parsing

the pounding heart
subsiding slowly, slowly, til it’s just a noun again, returning
to its steady beat of subject, verb, adverb, object

January 5, 2022 · 3 Comments

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