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May 17, 20241 min read
Granville, a Poem by David Pring-Mill
Meth, opioids, other street drugs claim
a spot on the pavement, offering
communion with the concrete, the dark
like a stern overlord,
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May 10, 20241 min read
To the Homeless Man I Lied To, a Poem by Patrick Morgan
I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you,
in the soiled coat and blue jeans,
shuffling along the subway station,
praying for money from heaven.
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Apr 26, 20242 min read
Another Military Coup, a Poem by Michael Shoemaker
shallow breathing - high piercing sirens screech in the streets -
crouching shoulders - whispers -
fences keeping enemies of the state in -
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Apr 12, 20241 min read
The Vision Returns, a Poem by David Dephy
The clouds above you form as the moon rises, you try to give them a sense of purpose, you know that the messenger with the bad news won’t...
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Mar 29, 20241 min read
My Substitute Warrior, a Poem by Michael Shoemaker
To my brother and surrogate
thank you for gifting me life
to see the light in my
unborn son's eyes,
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Mar 22, 20241 min read
On a Saturday Night in the Inner City, a Poem by John Grey
The siren startles with its high-pitched fever, late summer night, sending folks scrambling down side streets or indoors. Cops are either...
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Mar 15, 20241 min read
Refugees, a Poem by Craig Kirchner
And in the undisturbed
brick and limestone,
everything quietly waiting for
the nocturnal, the gutters to run clear,
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Mar 1, 20241 min read
My 3-year-old Draws a Family Portrait, a Poem by Kuo Zhang
We ALL look
so alien,
just as what we’re called
on the official documents.
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Feb 23, 20241 min read
How Much Vengeance Is Enough? a Poem by Mark D. Stucky
Can we exit this interlocked sequence
of oppression and reflexive violence?
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Feb 16, 20241 min read
Becoming Untouchable, a Prose Poem by Marcia W. Mount Shoop
Becoming untouchable takes time. Start young. Instill quiet oppression. Reinforce the stakes, ignore the quakes, the terror. Regular...
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Feb 9, 20241 min read
Where There’s Smoke, a Poem by Donna Pucciani
A sky bathed in haze veils the prairies, bringing another day of whitish-grey over corn and soybeans and the skyscrapers of Chicago.
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Feb 2, 20242 min read
She Lifts Her Burka, a Prose Poem by Alicia Viguer-Espert
This woman who shows me her lovely fifteen-year-old face, polished nails bright red, and the green eyes of a 1985 National Geographic cover.
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Jan 26, 20241 min read
Hallowed Ground, a Poem by Pat Anthony
Today a smoky haze hangs over the trees drapes the fields Wildfires from Canada dropping down on the wind and I think again of Maui...
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Jan 19, 20241 min read
The Owl, a Poem by Tasneem Hossain
I sit on the trees in the middle of the nights,
Looking at the stars and northern lights.
I see in the dark, the reality of life;
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Dec 15, 20231 min read
Wives of Nightfall, a Poem by Robert Funderburk
We are the Wives of nightfall Maidens of the dark Our lips smooth as oil Feather-soft voices Speaking words of lust Robed in garments of...
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Dec 8, 20231 min read
Without Works, a Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar
Parading in front of cameras and complaining incessantly about the world’s problems without offering any solutions of your own is about...
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Dec 1, 20231 min read
Journey into Winter, a Poem by Peter Kaczmarczyk
Journey into winter in a mother’s eyes Sun shines through, fleeting moments A lucid smile breaks the clouds Reminders of her summer life...
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Nov 24, 20232 min read
In My Room’s Solitude, a Poem by Sofiul Azam
What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy. – Salman Rushdie I don’t need your praise...
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Nov 17, 20232 min read
Stranded, a Poem by Carolyn Martin
Afghanistan’s Kyrgyz nomads survive in one of the most remote, high-altitude, bewitching landscapes on Earth. It’s a heavenly life – and...
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Nov 10, 20231 min read
Quarantine Song, a Poem by Jackson Dammann
Isolation speaks our fragility to the shadows lurking in the ruins of us, saying they’re weak alone they shatter, alone they’re just...
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