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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:

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,...

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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...

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...

Acta Diurna

Hover your mouse over a line to reveal the text. If you’re using a touchscreen device, touch any line.   In the storm scene, when...

Ends Meet

Our apartment must hold enough people to work off the cost of living. We lower our shoulders to a brick each, backs huddled like linemen, anchor our hips,...

A Declaration: Forbidding Mourning

This is a time we’d like to forget a virulent inflection that pains and yet cannot last unless we let it, This is the way it flows,...