Poetry


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Remember & Feel It: Poetry by John Valentine

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Remember how you used to catch a fastball right in the sweet   spot. That pure, whip-crack sound going home. Or maybe those   small birds swept in the eye of a hurricane, riding sunshine and   stillness in the carnage. Right place, right time. The absolute focal   point, like nirvana, a first kiss,…

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At first sight: Poetry by RB Wilson

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I saw you through the broken screen door beyond the porch light that flickered with moths   and made your opal eyes dance behind fine rusted tulle scarred by careless men   Was the music that played almost imperceptibly inside your head, or was it in mine? RB Wilson lives in the Imperial Valley. He…

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A Different Love: Poetry by Neil Shah

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in loving milieu I’ll dance upon broken boards over bogs that smoke gently in the evening, over rib-cages patched with the enamored and concussed, in such dimly lit admiration I’ll press my tongue into your wine glass, into the almost empty can you hold between your knees, dented, compressed, and full of your spit.  …

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Erasure Beauty: Poetry by A.P.

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open me first   narrow commitments within me second   bind sharpness outside blurred sex third   dress the new strength   the way of originals A.P. is the author of Anima (dancing girl press, 2018). She has contributed creative work to DIAGRAM, New England Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review, among others. Born in Bucharest, she…

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Sweet and Centered: Poetry by Anna Ter-Yegishyan

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Crimson, cool, crescent: I stare at the bowl. Not into it, but at it. The bowl isn’t fishing for compliments, but I need to characterize it to peacefully dismantle its inanimateness. What it needs is unanimity.   The bowl waits to be filled. She calls it a womb for fruits and fingers. A thing to…

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