by Alessandra Simmons
For Don Belton
Sometimes I am mistaken
& I believe the streetlamp
is sunrise. Orange glow breaking
palm fronds. The Midnight Continue reading
by Alessandra Simmons
For Don Belton
Sometimes I am mistaken
& I believe the streetlamp
is sunrise. Orange glow breaking
palm fronds. The Midnight Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Kaitlin Dyer
Why is it, where my house
should be, there’s Jerusalem
instead? Where I had IKEA
plates and purple wine glasses,
there is Jerusalem. Continue reading
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by Kaitlin Dyer
God, forgive us. We build a fence
in the yard.
We hold our dogs to our own
and scold them when they try to greet. Continue reading
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by Jim Warner
Lawyers make great poets
because they understand the
economy of language, how
to spend it, and the value of
words. Poets make poor Continue reading
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by Jim Warner
Who we were slowly turns the color of December dusk,
after a snow squall, where the snow slowly changes to
rain, and then sleet, and then is plowed to a dirty mush
so we can hurry home to an empty house. Your name Continue reading
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