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Connie Post: Estrangement     

you watch a burning city
from far away
and notice a pigeon flying towards you
gaining speed
pulling the sky’s edges with it

May 22, 2023 · 5 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: At the end of the Breakwater

Let the day open so wholly 
to light.

May 21, 2023 · 18 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

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

Barbara Edelman: White-Throated Sparrow

Though she is dead
she is buying me a car
and this buying makes her happy

April 5, 2023 · 9 Comments

Liza Katz Duncan: Bayshore Elegy

You’d have to be crazy to call home
a strip of sand that will be underwater
in fifty years and oh,
my God, what does that make me?

March 22, 2023 · 6 Comments

David Hassler: Intensive Care

Children under the age of fourteen weren’t allowed in the ICU. I was eleven, and my brother was thirteen, but no nurse or doctor was going to stop us from seeing our mother.

March 12, 2023 · 7 Comments

James Crews: A Few Things I Have Learned

Watching birds will save you on a daily basis—the shaggy barred owl clinging to a pine branch with its deadly claws, eyes lazing in the glaze of a winter morning, head swiveling back and forth.

February 28, 2023 · 5 Comments

Fred Shaw: Comfort

Without warning, the busboy died
in his bed after school, the genes of his heart
finished ticking toward failure.

February 21, 2023 · 9 Comments

Michael Simms: Daisy

After you died, I pulled a copy of Gatsby
From your shelf — torn, underlined, smudged
With marginalia — but still beautiful
In an unbound unglued sort of way.

February 11, 2023 · 36 Comments

Kim Ports Parsons: May the Particles of My Body Travel the Endless Conduits

When I die, lay me in the loam under the big oak
on the path through the woods, deep down in the endless
flow of talk among the trees there…

February 5, 2023 · 15 Comments

Laura McCullough: Hero With Only One Face 

He tells me in his diminishing days, death not yet active,
but clearly begun, about his siblings, family shufflings,
foster homes, the orphanage. Who said they would
but then could not, who promised this & forgot that

January 30, 2023 · 5 Comments

Kate Daniels: The Poem

Niobe had just lost her son.
To help herself, she read a poem
to those assembled in the funeral home

January 25, 2023 · 9 Comments

James Crews: New Year

It’s so cold on this January morning
the condensation in the corner of each window
has frozen to the glass, cannot be wiped away.

January 19, 2023 · 9 Comments

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