by Sujash Purna
The year is sometime in the second
decade of some century where they
spell my name wrong. The fear
of a roof caving in, overcast sky
buried in snow. Untimely fools,
they’re leaving me. The whale Continue reading
by Sujash Purna
The year is sometime in the second
decade of some century where they
spell my name wrong. The fear
of a roof caving in, overcast sky
buried in snow. Untimely fools,
they’re leaving me. The whale Continue reading
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by Samantha Steiner
It was a weekday, sunny but winter, and I was in my hooded green coat. I approached the subway platform just as a man was leaving, but he wasn’t leaving, he was walking toward me. He had a hand on my arm, stroking the fabric of my coat, and his head leaned too close: a thin face, a deep umber, salt and pepper scruff, eyes that emanated permanent confusion. Continue reading
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by Suzanne Verrall
while everyone else went home laden
I was left
empty-handed
unable to find
a pair of size nine beds
for my sleepwalking feet Continue reading
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by Cynthia Belmont
I lived in London for half my junior year of college and only spoke to my parents twice. It was the 1980s, before the internet and mobile devices, when you were truly on your own. Overseas calls were expensive, and I enjoyed crafting my life into hand-written letters featuring scenes that amplified its splendor. Continue reading
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by A.C. Dobell
didn’t say it like other people say it
with a playful hesitation at its unfamiliarity
in their mouths; it was one exhale,
four syllables rounded one small fire
in the night. I don’t use it often, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry