by Forrest Rapier
I worked night shifts I was up to my elbows in rye
Dough making shine rise the bread every morning
I worked in the dark it was August Continue reading
The Anti-Graces
Filed under Poetry
Normative Poem #1
by Sean Cho A.
the radio sang and well you know
the telephone rang. so much of this
living has to do with reaction &
its repetition. in fond du lac we
waited till may before bringing out
the bay leaf from our greenhouse Continue reading
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Thirties
by Hallie Johnston
Early in his. Late in mine.
“How do you feel about kids?” he asks via text a week after meeting on a dating app, three days after meeting once in person where we both pretended the pizza was good. I asked him questions about his job, family/friends, growing up in Alabama, likes/dislikes, and he asked me my own questions and little else. Continue reading
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There Is No One to Greet the Morning
by Dorisa Costello
There is no one
to greet the morning
with me, but a mourning dove
who’s lost her mate. Continue reading
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Every Day is a Holiday for Some
by Molly Anne Blumhoefer
I thought about not going, but I knew I had to show my face, to pretend. It was workplace politics. I sat with more than sixty people in concentric rings around a large conference table for a holiday celebration. We ate potluck foods from plastic plates on our laps: deviled eggs, green chile stew, potatoes, vegetables, salads, beans, tamales, cookies and pies. Continue reading
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