George Held “A Rabbi”
George Held A Rabbi Bending over his instruments like attending to the Torah the yarmulke-clad anesthesiologist says he prefers his propofol with fentanyl, which is easier to control the dosage of, and...
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From the Editors One Sentence Poems declines to perform at the Inauguration.
View ArticleHowie Good “En Plein Air”
Howie Good En Plein Air I would like to be the Sunday painter who sets up his easel on the brink of a hill, the sky so thoroughly the sapphire blue you loved it would be impossible to believe you...
View ArticleBrad Rose “What I Learned about God from Playing Baseball”
Brad Rose What I Learned about God from Playing Baseball The umpire never strikes out. Brad Rose is the author of Pink X-Ray from Big Table Publishing and three chapbooks from Right Hand Pointing....
View ArticleKatie Howes “She Acknowledges Spring”
Katie Howes She Acknowledges Spring Worst of all are the earthworms that surface when the ground unfreezes: having to avoid them, wondering where exactly are their hearts and how could they drown or...
View ArticlePeter Bakowski “Editors”
Peter Bakowski Editors In a poorly-constructed sentence the commas become termites. Australian poet, Peter Bakowski tries to write as clearly as possible and make his next poem different from his last.
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J.I. Kleinberg “dousing the morning sun…”
J.I. Kleinberg In the unrelenting battle against doggerel and sloth, J.I. (Judy) Kleinberg wields recycle-bin magazines, x-acto knife, and glue.
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J.I. Kleinberg “the language flawlessly sarcastic…”
J.I. Kleinberg In the unrelenting battle against doggerel and sloth, J.I. (Judy) Kleinberg wields recycle-bin magazines, x-acto knife, and glue.
View ArticleJames Hamby “Blue Hole”
James Hamby Blue Hole I suppose little Cherokee feet once stood where my son now stands, slightly burning on sun-blanched stone before hurtling down, plunging into the impossible iciness of a mountain...
View ArticleDeonte Osayande “Expendable”
Deonte Osayande Expendable In sports, everyone eventually becomes replaceable, the lucky don’t see who’s next biting at their heels and in the end our bodies are on borrowed time, eventually betraying...
View ArticleDeonte Osayande “Awkward”
Deonte Osayande Awkward Walking in on your coach getting replaced is like accidentally stumbling into your parents having an argument about affairs that happened years ago or walking in on your brother...
View ArticleJack Cooper “Todash”
Jack Cooper Todash No motor drives these roads, none but our ragged breath gasping through its last mile. Jack Cooper is a neuroscience student who tries to impress his sciency friends with his poems...
View ArticleJack Cooper “States of Growth”
Jack Cooper States of Growth Since man began its long and unsteady migration, the land has been stuck in loops of conquer/conquered, paper walls unfurled for the season. Jack Cooper is a neuroscience...
View ArticleJames Brush “The Singer”
James Brush The Singer I strung my guitar with hair you gave me, thinking it was yours, but old songs came in unknown keys, the voices of animals. James Brush lives in Austin, TX and posts things...
View ArticleHowie Good “Cake Decorating as Philosophy”
Howie Good Cake Decorating as Philosophy If you make a mistake, put a rose on it. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
View ArticleIan Willey “Rotor Bob”
Ian Willey Rotor Bob When I heard the park had closed down the first thing that popped into my mind was Rotor Bob, that big guy in a Star Wars t-shirt who’d ride that ride all day, every day, all...
View ArticleIan Willey “When I Was Lost”
Ian Willey When I Was Lost Having missed the entrance to the turnpike I stopped at a roadside diner, the kind that serve eggs all day and the waitresses are named Edna, and when I asked the waitress...
View ArticleSarah White “Morning News, November 9, 2016”
Sarah White Morning News, November 9, 2016 It is, it is, it is very dumb to be happy sang the bees in a poem of hers as if verse could buzz away a world catastrophe, as if History were anything but a...
View ArticleColleen Redman “Origami Moon”
Colleen Redman Origami Moon A snip of folded moon opens like a swan in a solo swim across a paper blue morning. Colleen Redman blogs her poetry, photography, and newspaper stories at Loose Leaf Notes.
View ArticleKeith Nunes “Somewhere in between”
Keith Nunes Somewhere in between I’m 56 and too old to be a son, on average too young to die. Keith Nunes lives beside Lake Rotoma where they both do a great deal of reflecting.
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