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E. Murphy, Goodnight
Erin Murphy Goodnight Mood The night has monsters under the monsters, cobwebs of clotted logic, jostled thoughts, jostled gods. In this rough translation of day, the darkest sparks come from shadows in your throat. No matter what the poets say: the glass of milk is dim and resin-thick. The shiver of history shrinks to the…
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K. McDonald, Mission
Kindra McDonald Mission I dream this month of Artemisof hunting and the wild animalsthat leave their trails across the grassat night. Some mornings, my pillow is dampfrom tears or paw prints. I imagine soon a rocket bearing the goddess’ name will circlethe moon searching for Orion in its orbit, searchingfor a way to Mars, as…
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P. Hostovsky, Tiny House
Paul Hostovsky Tiny House It feels so goodto throw stuff out,toss what’s unneeded,which is just abouteverything, as it turns out,declutter the rooms,consolidate the stanzas into one tiny poem all about spaciousness. Paul Hostovsky’s poems and essays appear widely online and in print. He has won a Pushcart Prize, two Best of the Net Awards, the…
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L. Collins, 5 Easy Steps
Lorraine Collins 5 Easy Steps to Construct a Two-Person Hammock 1. Lay out your parts.Here we go Annie! You click on the YouTube video; you hate written instructions. Actually, I realise, you hate reading. And I wish you’d call me Annabel.2. Attach crossbar into base legs.C’mon babe, our first joint purchase, we’re officially an item!…
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T.R. Poulson, Windsurfing
T.R. Poulson Windsurfing Freestyle at Sherman Island The way the wind takes the ebb like a loverto build ramps for jumping on starboard tack,where I can’t stop tumbling hard, cold. The othersfly, spin, plane away. I try until I make an upwind three-sixty. Here, in the waterno other world exists. No mortgage circlingfast before a…
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K. Pobo, These Days
Kenneth Pobo These Days My Body I want to fly, take my place among clouds. It’s hard to soar when wounds keep me on the ground. Still, violets cover the ground, blue ones, white ones. A box turtle makes her way slowly across our garden bed with multi-colored cosmos and a snow-on-a-stem dahlia. Ground has…
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J. Purdy, In Power
Jessica Purdy In Power Source Notes Yaffa, Joshua. New Yorker, 3/7/2022, Vol. 98 Issue 3, p30-43. 14p. 8 Color Photographs. McNaught, Harry. 500 Words To Grow On. Illustrated by Harry McNaught, Random House New York, 1973. Masey, Mary Lou. Branislav the Dragon: A New Tale of Old Russia. Illustrated by Helen Basilevsky, David McKay Company,…
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T. Kranz, space
Tova Kranz Space Coast Florida, I love you, but I couldn’t stay. Long grasses grow in deep water, butthe more acres you clear, the lessthere is to burn. The spaceship Discoverylaunched on its second Return to Flightmission on my 12th birthday. I watched from my stoop and wished I could go with it. Ever since…
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S. Vinson, Poems
Susan Vinson Poems after Ruth Stone When you come back to meit will be crow timeand flycatcher time – Ruth Stone, “Poems”When you come back to meit will be hummingbird timeand mockingbird time,with rising choruses of cicadasbeyond the yucca plants.The ground will be powdered,cracked, and invitingdrifting seeds, brittle weeds.The hummingbirds, their iridescentbodies, whirringtoward the red…
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S. Roberts, Cervidae
Susan Roberts Cervidae A deer can cause a storm in an apple tree. Watchthe old limbs tremble at the lips’ dark gloss.A deer doesn’t travel far from where it was foaled,making it easy to track: fawn to doe to buckto shimmering tail lashed to a pickup’s hood.A deer is a kind of death: half-life of…