By Kay Parke / Poetry / The sweetness of a summer peach on the tongue, daylily’s orange bloom lasts a single sun’s round, day’s crimson...

By Adrienne Oliver / Poetry / Silence isn’t quiet. Quiet is the sound of homes falling asleep or car traffic dying down and restaurants...

By Joseph Byrd / Poetry / Half seeing is whole seeing, if being clear is the ultimate opacity. Once I had the audacity to be found...

By Jonathan Chan / Poetry / “I needed unerased paper, transparent faith. That’s how that day went for me.” - Shin Hae Uk, trans....

By S.J. Pearce / Poetry / Cast on fifteen stitches in tiny yarn: gauge-one needles, a millimeter thick, and knit yourself an amulet: a...

By Allisa Cherry / Poetry / Cut it all back I hear myself tell him. All the bright length I kept as my hair grew in silver. Eight or nine...

By LaRita Dixon / Poetry / I remember the day I discovered that I was a black woman I had looked into mirrors all my life And I had seen...

by JoAnn Zhang / Poetry / A thick blue knit tucks over the edge, over and over some massless thing the fishermen cannot see. They go by...

by Mark Belair / Poetry / A dark cloud cover broods by hauling a hole above which a darker, yet colder cloud cover holds. * Ice cubes,...

by Meghan Kemp-Gee / Poetry / It’s January 2006 and here’s how cold it is: Everyone’s wearing armor under their jeans. It’s a clear day...

by Claire Olivares / Poetry / The broken Japanese vase offered with sorrow colors of a clear river not just a vessel for holding blooms...

by Gail Nielsen / Poetry / I once threw caution to the wind but the direction changed, and it was snagged by the branch of an aspen at...

by Brian Yapko / Poetry / His favorite tree was the cherry, how he loved the riot of pink fluttering blossoms in April, the rich ruby...

by Bella Bromberg / Poetry / I wanna go to the grocery store with you. In your presence, the mundane is an adventure too. I wanna run...

by Iris Litt / Poetry / It tried to die with my mother whether from neglect or empathy we’ll never know. My son the gardener and...

by Eric Machan Howd / Poetry / We creep slowly outside hands full of apples beyond crispness - a venture for good we see as salvation....

by Kay Parke / Poetry / Stunned by the moment, by the sunrise light golden in my studio, shining through even the leaves of the plants on...

by Frank William Finney / Poetry / I’m shivering on stage in a one-act play. ​ The audience shuffles in their seats as I memorize the...

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by Azriel Cervantes / Poetry / My grandmother once told me that an elephant never forgets. While I didn’t believe her at first, I’m...

by Reginald Thomas / Poetry / Answering the call from eternity Formed from the dusk and born into humanity ​ His origin most known of a...

by Yash Seyedbagheri / Poetry / The world explodes. Sedition, insurrection, coup all float in consciousness. I sink into wine. Childhood...

by Frederick Pollack / Poetry / Even within the room, in shadow, you must turn from that effulgence, and the voice precludes doubt. “If...