By Meg Booth
I see you as
Light resting on a brick wall,
Pieces of the sky in
Between
A tangle of branches,
Stretched clouds on lazy days,
Dried tulip petals pressed
Between
Glass to preserve the spring.
An inhale before the notes escape.
The hum of a song stuck
Between
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by Jason Irwin All day I felt the need to call you, as if there was something important I should say. How to explain this restlessness, this feeling of being stranded when all around me the […]
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by Frank G. Karioris
The smell of trees & nature holds the air steady
juniper, maple, & pine.
Quiet is disrupted by mechanical whirs & hums
of machines digging ground outwards. …
by Lisa Brunner
Today on the morning commute, I decided that my soul could use a little Bernstein. Not decided. That’s too weak. Craved. The way I craved my coffee — a craving that doesn’t release until I burn my fingers on the mug. …
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“It is enough to mow prideful rows in the lawn three times a week/ and sincerely wish the mill still belched prosperity./ After all, decay was scraped from skyscraper-teeth by 1950.”
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by Dagny Felker
“The future can wait until next week I’m busy now burning/ the candle at both ends/ or should I say spluttering/ or should I say biting the wick”
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“the protein slapped inside thin elastic pink tracts/ a forgotten closet in her skin tucked into flesh/ in every organ cancerous/ her fetal cells wait/ her skin behind her breast scratched ribs”
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