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"A Whiter Shade of Pale - Wet Crows Study 1" by Patrick Doheny

Crows With Sun

CROWS a determined them sometimes on the branches of today you left remain now as a question in dark things WITH SUN crowd of companions stain the brightness a year since you chose to leave not quite a...

What Lucy Feels Like

The air inside a leaf fist. Not October’s burnt romantics or tin aftermath of rain, haiku’s mist through trees, lone bonsai on hillside green— solitude’s calm is not the air I mean. When you feel mad at world which means mad at self, there’s no sweet...

The Truth of Low-Hanging Clouds

Tiepolesque: is that a word? If not, it should be: all these clouds stacked up and shadowed blue, as if the gods had finally deigned to...

That the mind isn’t guided by the punished shade

"Spots on the surface. A dampness somewhere nears us to sleep. We walk on another kind of nest for the body"

the dark, it quivers

"We suffer till suffering blooms | and then the alleys turn"
labyrinthine circuit board lines

Your Beautiful Robot Face!

A playful yet poignant poem from a dystopian future. In Dustin Luke Nelson's world, robots have replaced humans but live indistinguishably from their organic predecessors

Allegheny Cemetery Day in Winter

The world of "Allegheny Cemetery Day in Winter" is compelling and haunting. A poem by David Blair.

Demolition Trio

Beautiful, pain-laced daily observations by poet Zach Savich during his battle with cancer.

Benign Indignities

Let the waves wash behind you and watch beautiful natural images as Kim Stafford reads aloud in this fusion of word, image, and tune:

Excellence

Poetry, David Rivard says, comes from "some part of me that wants to be awake—and that I would like to have be as awake as possible."
James Whitesmith

Blue

The moment you fall for someone fully, body, mind and soul, knowing from the start you can’t have them, but letting yourself experience a shameless, all-consuming desire
Image by Stephanie Sicore

SELF-PORTRAIT BEFORE

In the split between two boulders behind the blue and orange playground, the children are building nests for when the hurricane comes