Category: Published Issues
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Small Green Grass Snake
by Carl Little Small Green Grass Snake Great Spruce Head Island, Maine Slithers through the grass, although slithers doesn’t do its
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Bight Marks
by Hamish Danks Brown Ocean asserted itself all night wiping away sea–grassed sleep then drain–dreamed until light and dumped my
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Fly Fishing With Sun Ra
by Justin Patrick Moore I went fly fishing with Sun Ra last night. We waded into particle fields of ice to sit on the edge of Saturn’s glistening
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Poem Without a Title
by Klaus Gerken Canto II Riverrun Locksmith Flow of lava that destroys but replenishes the earth Life was not possible without the lava Building
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Overnight Bombing
by Justen Ahren “what times are these / when to write a poem about love / is almost a crime because it contains / so many
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Openings
by Justen Ahren i. When I need to see god, I watch my children sleep. The trees in the distance sway in the wind and snow. When I am in need, I
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War
by William Carpenter It’s one of those nights after the surrender of Iraq, not much on TV any more, your family’s in another state for Easter,
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Three Winds
by Jayne Benjulian Would Mother be young, standing in the middle of Knight Street talking to Frances Druck? The hem of her yellow apron ripples.
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Wire
by Jayne Benjulian 1 I left him once when he disappeared for a day I left him once no one heard a word — he surfaced later — what did
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April Fool’s Song
by David Filer Stayed up late last night, Thoughts in disarray. Woke early this morning, thought of you all day. I think something’s coming