Poetry

NATALIE CRICK

Two Poems
 
 

The whisper

Wicks from her lips.

A soothing salve.

She bends, twists,

Feet touching the walls…
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JESSICA LEE

My mom found my condoms
 
 

I’m eight hundred miles away

and my family is painting over the red

walls of teenage bedroom/boudoir,

boxing up

the contents of my flower-knobbed…
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D.S. MAOLALAI

A bowl of oranges
 
 

with you away

I sleep a lot

and not often alone.

my bedroom is a bowl of oranges…
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KRISTIAN O’HARE

Two Poems
 
 

Even the creeping myrtle

doesn’t stand a chance against

the lily-of-the-valley

as it storms the lawn, a cluster

of dark-green lanceolate leaves…
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MILLA VAN DER HAVE

Snowdrift
 
 

It’s dark when she wakes

darker than she has gone before.

It’s not a blanket or a cage

but rather the stark dissent

of all that’s missing…
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RACHEL WALKER

My Sister Posing in Front of the Arno
 
 

If it weren’t for the scrunchie

around your wrist and the teal

water bottle in the picture,

you could be Botticelli’s

Venus. Tawny hair swept…
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"Alegría 4" by Vivian Calderón Bogoslavsky, 12x12cm

POETRY ISSUE #32

Chthonic

By Jonathan Louis Duckworth
 
 

How soothing to picture

my grandfather planted like a seed

in the crust

of the other continent

we call the older one…
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"Television Can Seriously Damage Your Imagination" Acrylic on canvas with enamel tiles, buttons and paper collage

POETRY ISSUE #31

Defense of Dysfunction

By Crystal J. Zanders
 
 

My brother and I used to fight over the remote.

We would spend hours after school

before Mama got home, arms locked in battle.

If you let go, you lost…
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"Dead Autumn Leaves In A Rain Gauge" by William C. Crawford, photo

POETRY ISSUE #30

Find the Foci

By Rebecca Durham
 
 

An unclasped lapse

as ascent slips into our axis, to wonder what if

the fourth breath was the fifth?

A sharp breach of shadow…
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"Laid Bare" by Monica Stewart, oil on canvas, approx. 60“ x 48” 2012

POETRY ISSUE #29

Some New Ways of Making Love

By Tyler Friend
 
 

You, holding a corpse pose.

Me, carefully eating a peach,

but cracking a tooth on the pit

anyway. You, riding a bicycle…
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