Kerry James Evans
. . . why are we
so afraid to embrace
each other like our atomic
selves are so wont to do . . .
Five Poems from Simon Perchik
Simon Perchik
And the river falling into you
lies down the way you are fed
by stones that no longer open
Two Poems from Lauren Scharhag
Lauren Scharhag
Here, twigs might just be the strongest material,
The cradle of generations. Bits of trash and hair
Dangle between power lines and dogwood blossoms...
Three Poems from Natalie Crick
Natalie Crick
Hush now,
The sound of the moon
Budding on the float of her own white voice,
Her call, like
Spider silk strung from the darkest
Branches, swaying woozily.
The Know
Rebbecca Brown
The no puts perspective in a prism or a prison refracts. Says there are two sides, evenly negated. The no is a blooming proposition. It is active, compressed, in between splinters lies a nest of mites. Give me no to give me bliss.
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