Poetry, VOLUME VI
Blinking Out
Passage of Time, Logan Sullivan My father and I used to watch stars go out, Up on the hill. We would pull the soiled recliners, Out…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIDress Shoes in an Alleyway
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn On a closed silver garbage can next to boxelders and cockroaches, cigarette butts and rat droppings, broken baby rattles and urine-soaked diapers, a matching…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII Miss You Most
Self-Hatred, Logan Sullivan when I put the last dish in the drainer, when I light a candle and set it on the coffee table, when I merge…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII Have a Scab on My Knee
Devil’s Claw, Victoria Barry that’s jagged and circular like a small stone severed from a larger rock The dried blood cavernous and sharp Pussing from the eye of the sore…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIOh! Send Me a Postcard
Beach, Jacob Roosa i. tightly spun egyptian cotton, imported of course, wraps up your wet body like it did for pharaohs. you picture kings who lounged about…
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Poetry, VOLUME VI
Dusk in Dakar
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn Five o’clock shadows cast down their doubting eyes. They turn my wall – a hapless host to a lone Light Bulb – gray. My…
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Poetry, VOLUME VThe Space We Have Left
Interlocked, Roma Parikh Everyone I want to love is knuckle-distance away on a map the size of my hand. We are fingertips on opposite sides of glass, telephonic voices…
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Poetry, VOLUME VGalway, Ireland 1993
Small House Near Nowhere, Emily Hill Friday, Kristin cuts vegetables into finer things, searches the weekly chicken like a dead body. The bones are boiling away for soup— …
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Poetry, VOLUME VAn Adjustment
Wish You Were Here, Nia Owen After Rainer Maria Rilke Sometimes a claims adjuster stands up during an HR meeting and walks out of the office, drives away and…
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Poetry, VOLUME VThe Newly-Minted Dyke
War is Over, by Ernest Volynec For what we knew to be our second date We went to go see some spoken word poet the campus had brought in.…
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Poetry, VOLUME VBlack Man Floating
Dreamscape II, Meagan Dwyer [Trigger Warning: Depiction of death] “if a man cannot drown in his struggles, at least he can float for a while” black folk be boat be…
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Poetry, VOLUME VThe Elder Law Attorney
Overloading, Qintong Li When the old man brought his payment in dimes and hard candies, she hesitated. Peering into his mackerel-blue eyes, she suggested an installment plan. The…
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Poetry, VOLUME VAppalachia Heartache
Suffocating Nature, Camelia Rojas For a time I believed in the longevity of a dew-swept skyscape, how the sun-drop suspended itself over hazy blue hills like in my dream…
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Poetry, VOLUME V
Somewhere in Mississippi
nuns still teach abstinence in school, written on the blackboard in thick block letters. “Kissing is bad, too,” they tell the sixth graders, who like neither themselves nor each other.…