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Jennifer Franklin: As Antigone

I will not walk away.
The moment the nurse
pressed your splotched
body into my arms,
your needs fixed my fate.

April 19, 2023 · 8 Comments

Wally Swist: The Caregiver

the depth of bad
feeling is in proportion
to how good we are

April 19, 2023 · 6 Comments

Richard Michelson: Angels with Guns Guarding the Gates of Heaven

My grandmother didn’t
live to see her youngest son, my father, murdered in a Brooklyn
gutter by a fifth generation, drug-addicted, unemployed house-
painter whose ancestors were dragged here like devils in chains.

April 18, 2023 · 5 Comments

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: When She Was Afraid She Wasn’t Good Enough

When fear scuttled through her thoughts
with its eight slender legs; when she recognized
the shiny black body, the bulbous abdomen

April 17, 2023 · 17 Comments

Video: “All the World’s a Stage” by William Shakespeare

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

April 16, 2023 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Hatred

I scythed, mowed, axed
hoed, trimmed, yanked
and eyed with vicious intent
this intruder eating my garden.
But the satanic bramble would not die.

April 15, 2023 · 25 Comments

Gerard Manley Hopkins: Spring

What is all this juice and all this joy?

April 14, 2023 · 6 Comments

Video: Suheir Hammad | Poems of war, peace, women, power

Poet Suheir Hammad performs two spine-tingling spoken-word pieces: Wait for the astonishing line: “Do not fear what has blown up. If you must, fear the unexploded.”

April 14, 2023 · 10 Comments

James Crews: I Keep the Window Open

Life’s too fragile
to waste on money or importance,
handing over the hours that will never 
be returned to us.

April 13, 2023 · 10 Comments

Kurt Brown: Fisherman

He’s only felt the shadow
of something enormous darken his life. Or has he?

April 12, 2023 · 9 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Tonight’s Dinner Companions

you, old poet, gone, whose lines I often
say aloud against the ocean’s constant shush

April 12, 2023 · 25 Comments

David Kirby: More Than This

you three must be thirsty,
come in and get a drink, and the cowboy says okay,
but what is this place, and the guy says it’s heaven

April 11, 2023 · 14 Comments

Carol Moldaw: Game Face

To see the ravages of aging on one’s face used to be inevitable.
Now it means one’s taken a stance.

April 10, 2023 · 4 Comments

Gail Langstroth: Easter Sunday

then The Sun This Morning : one round, middle C

April 9, 2023 · Leave a comment

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