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The Most Poetic Thing

At 6 a.m., I read Lorca’s Poema del Cante Jondo. I take a photo Of “La Lola” in the sunlight and post it on Facebook and Instagram. The ...
On July 5, 2020 / By Jose Hernandez Diaz
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Legacy

IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE TO SKIN RABBITS to let their blood drain over me This is something that nobles do and I am descended from a long ...
On June 30, 2020 / By Mary-Kim Arnold
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This Too Shall Pass

Whatever your youngest relation says to do do it without question. If she hands you an empty bottle to wish inside then whisper whatever you can imagine. You ...
On June 25, 2020 / By Jeffrey Perkins
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Mise en Place

Could this be madness, this? ~Sylvia Plath Beyond all dusky upstairs rooms, their doors fastened tight, locked by skeleton keys I’ve lost in some drawer of the mind, ...
On June 16, 2020 / By Katie Fesuk
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it’s hard to get a bead on god

Sometimes I try belief like a hat, tilting to see how things appear under a brim. Run my finger along the edge of a hollow & stride through ...
On June 7, 2020 / By Jennifer Markell
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Life Among Reproductions

You are no better than the world you live in / is what I sing to you tonight // Don’t take ...
On June 4, 2020 / By Adam Fell
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A Love Song

I am the man who cried out and knew, that first day, I would stay with you, that even my anger never stood a chance. You were water ...
On June 2, 2020 / By Richard Hoffman
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How to Make a No-Sew Coronavirus Mask From a Poem*

After you’ve read this poem, place it on your kitchen table From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear; from the bottom, a ...
On June 1, 2020 / By Wendy Drexler
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Up Close

A dandelion’s fruiting head a jeweled amphora. Spinach tissue’s blue mosaic, too beautiful to eat. Stomata dot the skin of trillium like points on a map, what’s laid ...
On May 31, 2020 / By Jennifer Markell
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The Plain

after Brueghel’s “The Peasant Wedding” and William Carlos Williams’ poem Bowls and white tablecloth and plain brown walls. Bonnet, cap or hat. A placid young girl sits on ...
On May 26, 2020 / By Ruth Lepson
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T E A R S

for Bree Cameron In the Year and Era of Our Quarantine Your tears wander the vacant streets at night, One fluvial wet footstep at a time Desolate & ...
On May 16, 2020 / By Vi Khi Nao
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Photographing Your Salad Turns It into a Ghost

Women who eat nothing but salad aren’t really women but figments of the culture’s collective unconscious. One day one escapes the walls of the basement’s television and bleeds ...
On May 14, 2020 / By Joanna Fuhrman

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