I’ve just about had all I’m going to take from this place. In the mornings it’s foggy, the clouds come in at night, low, cover everything with dew and wetness. And then by the time the sun comes up it’s already hot, humidity bringing sweat to my forehead.
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W.T. Pfefferle ~ Hard Looks
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Victoria Lancelotta ~ Misssive
We parked ourselves on 26 acres in the woods on a little old mountain north of Myersville, MD in mid-March and only leave when absolutely necessary. Not much is necessary. Here we have assorted bodily visitors, plus Doug, who steals food from the birds,
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Dan Crawley ~ Baked Potato
In the entryway, Debbie says, I have something new to show you.
I figure it’s a 75” flat screen or a shiny car in the garage. Then she tells me it’s in her room. And I know she means a new way we can fuck. Then I hear her mom call out from the
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Donovan Hufnagle ~ 5 Poems
The Scourge and the Kiss
Dear Gov. Rick Snyder,
At age 74, I expected my body to
change. To wilt. To fade. But I’m
a frail saltine spread with peanut
butter just for good humor. I expect
to follow road maps and rivers
greater and longer than -
Paul Van Sickle ~ The Overton window
Outside my window today it is raining. Seven bumblebees struggle against the drops. They strain to bear their own weight, emerald fronds of grass below ready to receive what pollen falls from their overladen bodies, what honeyed
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Philip Kienholz — Five Poems
Triggers and Consequence
Even confuzational curtains drawn aside
manipulating the punch-up show stayed hidden
Fogged atmospheres, the concocted narratives baffled audiences,
distracted attention, fooled understanding the marauding scenes,
mutating plotsIn multiplications of
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Adam Day ~ Five Poems
OFF THE PAGE
Finding a way
and life. Webof soil, words
just nature’sbird silent
body; petrelflying underwater.
From sink to riverwe go quietly.
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SOMEWHERE AND NOWHERE
Planning but settled,
and close – transitrooms, rain windows,
numberless rooms, makingtoo many sentences. I
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Charlie J. Stephens ~ The Owl People
“Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive
and breathing. And they’re watching me.” Haruki MurakamiFrom a distance, the first thing I noticed about Claudette and her husband Ezra is they both radiated a strange,
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Elisabeth Murawski ~ Five Poems
Nature, Nurture, Andersen, Freud
She’s not mentioned in the tale—
the ugly duckling’s real,
as in biological, mother.Did she look the other way
when a thief crept in to lift
the precious egg? Was she bribedwith succulent pondweeds
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Lois Marie Harrod ~ Three Poems
The Heart Shows Signs
You’re out of sync, ditsy
in the daisies, where did you think
you were going? —bushwhacked and busy,the I am, I am, I am of your life … that … steady
rhythm … start… bird startled stop …
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Sarah Mellinger ~ Elentiya
ELENTIYA
Sarah Mellinger recently finished her first orchestral piece, Elentiya, which is scheduled to be premiered by the Cleveland Chamber Symphony this coming fall. She is currently working on adding more movements to her piece,
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Gerald Kells ~ Three Poems
My Father Playing Needle Nugent
I would have been one years old
and he would have been fifty
when he played Needle Nugent
in Juno and the Paycock for the
Dramatic Society of University
College London, the Foundation
Play of 1960 — during the second -
Pavle Radonic ~ Smooching Like There Was No Tomorrow
A soaking tub was needed. How long had it been the fluffy white towel remaining unwashed, six months? a couple years? Remember the last rushed storage, thinking, next time, it can wait. Finally the Viet place in Paisley Street was recalled. Op Shops
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Ruby Sales ~ From My Front Porch 7/25/20
It is night, and the nation endured another day of Trump’s slaughter of democracy and his takeover of cities with storm troopers who are terrorizing pro-democracy groups. As much as the guardians of White male history try to hide it, state sanctioned
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Jim Mentink ~ The Ballad
Jean was one of those women who believed in angels; wore crystals around her neck and cut her hair like Enya.
She was born in the south but bore no accent; lived her life in New England, cottages near coves and coastlines.
Two marriages, neither of them
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Patricia Q. Bidar ~ The End in the Beginning
The first time Fred and Gina had sex, he showed her how to make fried rice with red and yellow peppers in a real wok. Fred’s mother and sister were on vacation. It was raining outside, and Gina arrived in a taxi. The food, the rain, the jazz they
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George Choundas ~ In the Covidium
Pleasantville, New York
Day P
Since the stay-at-home order we shower mostly in the evenings. After tonight’s shower I put on cologne for the do of it. It’s gone rancid. Top notes of rusted sled
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Jana Harris ~ Poems
The Horse Fair, poems on the life and art of French animaliere Rosa Bonheur (1822–99). Part psycho-biography, part speculation and intuition, these linked dramatic monologues probe themes of gender, class, and artistic genius against the background
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Richard Jones ~ Two Poems
Boxing in a Backyard Ring on a Summer Night
Beckett is younger, the far superior fighter with
every advantage in skill, timing, and technique.
A bricklayer by trade, his gloved fists are stones,
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Israel A. Bonilla ~ Basement Blues
I’ve made friends with dustpans, mops, brooms, buckets, boxes, sprayers ’n rags. Finer than the people upstairs, really. You pass ’em by ’n pray they mind their business. If not, you gotta be prepared to scrub some god-abandoned grime, make-pretend