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“Please Return to Molly Goves”

Molly, if you read this poem, I have your three snapshots. What a lot of white-shirted redheads in plaid skirts, red and black, rioting in the school auditorium, each...

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...
"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...

Pandemic

Some saw a raven with ruptured feathers. Some smelled the homeless millions pressed inside a drop of blood. Some felt dark planets tilting. One planet, covered in...

Capacitance

Coronary sinus that fills and releases. Cascading breath falls to basin. Small branches stretched exhaling temperamental at best. Thumbprints on frosted glass. Windows outlooking lots. Full of forgotten...

Civilization

                       October 2017 as in Boston as what it looks like when you leave it taking off your undercoat of...
ScreenShot of Dear Grace, and interactive poem.

Dear Grace: A Poem from the Department of Justice

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poem) (from next season:

Palimpsest: a manuscript rubbed smooth so it can be used again, with traces of the original showing through. Dina Hardy created the poem below by...

The Wedding Toppers

A bride and groom, two figurines, topped a wedding cake. After the wedding photographer had backed into the cake to try to get a...
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

Horizon

A giant copper moon flares on the lake in the early dark, and on the car radio, talk. Talk trying to chew despair. Talk about fear to...

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...