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Read MoreNormal Makena Metz __________ Everything returns to stasisin time. Life goes on, the sun risesand falls, and I am lostin a sea of normal. Eat dinner, go to sleep, wake up, walk the dog.Normal is uncomfortable, unnatural.After everything- I don’t want tohave to go on. No one told me that…
Read MoreCaravaggio’s Shadow Colette Tennant __________ From the first day he noticed it,it became his only friend— dark to dark, shoulder bladesleaning away from the sun elbowing their way throughsharp angles of light their silhouettes clarifiedby colors around them both adept at holding handswith the night. __________ Colette Tennant has three…
Read MoreThe World Is Like That Too, The Journey Begins—Again, & Sorrow’s Kitchen Diane Gottlieb __________ The World Is Like That Too for Matthew I read a poem that said the world was there to fuck us.It was a sad poem, an angry poem. A poemof loss and longing and curse…
Read MoreExposure Roger Camp __________ Morningbirds slicethe rain-splashedwings a window openson my bedmy hand slidesover the slicksill dripping sheet selecting a panestripped of its dustI witness an execution the trees undressedraked with hailthe wallsleaf splattered the room darkensI can not readmy watch ticksno comfort in its sound the stormsilences the streetunmans…
Read MoreIn the Temple Shadows Maudie Bryant __________ Like wheat in autumn,Beauty glows golden,its fleeting, gilded lieschipping like glassscattered along some beachno one dares to walk. I’ve shed that sorry skin—eyes cradled in longing, achingto see themselves mirrored,just to know how they feel.Now I’m all bone and stone,a hard heart pulsing,silent…
Read MoreThe Cat’s Eyes & Dog People Assume All People Are Dog People Patrick Paridee Samuel __________ The Cat’s Eyes I hold him downknowing better,patience buildingobstruction as hisvision triggersscent-seeing, dirtdigging stick.To his cornerto clean himselfthe shapes he makesreaching, licking.Each day comingwhen my coffee’s done,Cuisinart beepscalling as if straywhere my husbandsleeps. Chirps…
Read MoreMorning Light Robin Michel __________ I stand by the windowoverlooking the empty schoolyard. Blue morningsky flushes a rising pink like my daughter’s facewhen anxious. “I can’t sleep,” she said, her voice furredwith fatigue. Before our phone call ended, I forgot to askif she’d settled on a name. Over two weeks…
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