Poetry

Poetry
May 19, 2015
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You Wanted to Cross the Finish Line Alone

In 1991, I was easy to play, easy to pick up and easy to discard. We were secretly at odds that year we lived in the same house but never occupied the same space. While I shuffled the cards you used me as strategy to move counterclockwise, so many other players lined up behind your…

by: | May 19, 2015
Poetry

In 1991, I was easy to play, easy to pick up and easy to discard. We were secretly at odds that year we lived in the same house but never occupied the same space. While I shuffled the cards you used me as strategy to move counterclockwise, so many other players lined up behind your…

Poetry
May 13, 2015
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Garage Sale Today

“nothing is meant to last / forever and I suppose it / probably will” A new poem by John Reinhart.

by: | May 13, 2015
Poetry

“nothing is meant to last / forever and I suppose it / probably will” A new poem by John Reinhart.

Poetry
April 8, 2015
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Two Poems by Andrew Pidoux

“The Canyon in Winter” and “A Change of Scenery,” two new poems by Andrew Pidoux.

by: | April 8, 2015
Poetry

“The Canyon in Winter” and “A Change of Scenery,” two new poems by Andrew Pidoux.

Poetry
April 2, 2015
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Calle del Sepulcro: Three AM

“Zaragosa in July and I could see La Seo Cathedral through / our window and our room was cheap and there was no fan” A new poem by Cutter Streeby.

by: | April 2, 2015
Poetry

“Zaragosa in July and I could see La Seo Cathedral through / our window and our room was cheap and there was no fan” A new poem by Cutter Streeby.

Editor's Picks, Poetry
March 26, 2015
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River, Comprehending

“What I comprehend is small. It fits. A goat’s body / in grass. Or more like water fits in a low place.” A poem by Patrick James Errington.

by: | March 26, 2015
Editor's Picks, Poetry

“What I comprehend is small. It fits. A goat’s body / in grass. Or more like water fits in a low place.” A poem by Patrick James Errington.

Editor's Picks, Meaning of Life, Poetry
February 25, 2015
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Crazy O’Shea and the Meaning of Life

“I want to soar tonight to the rim of a cauldron / of melting mountain—then plunge like an osprey” A new poem by Jerry McGinley.

by: | February 25, 2015
Editor's Picks, Meaning of Life, Poetry

“I want to soar tonight to the rim of a cauldron / of melting mountain—then plunge like an osprey” A new poem by Jerry McGinley.

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