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After the President Calls Citizens ‘Sons of Bitches’

As I watch the line of men drop to their knees, refusing to praise the God of country, the most jealous and vengeful God of...

Ghazal in the Year of Corona

What can I do to stay clear of Corona? How can I not draw too near to Corona?   Praying that someday we’ll all meet again And not...

I’m Trying to be a Person

I’m Trying to be a Person on whom nothing is lost. I have ruined several custards with scalding impatience.             Not...

My Name Was Jason

On the south shore, an overdose claims a life every eight days - Massachusetts Department of Public Health, 2014 My palms so pale, palm to palm to...

Eastern Screech Owl and Northern Goshawk: Two Poems

Eastern Screech Owl   Outside my daughter’s window— she’s eight—a screech owl in a pilfered nest in the hollow of a horse chestnut tree.   The squirrel squawks, glaring first at me,...

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,...

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

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...

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...

Ni Pena Ni Miedo

Some people must wonder why we want bones. I want them so much! I want them so much! --Violeta Berrios in “Nostalgia for the Light”   In Chacabuco...