by Nathaniel Calhoun
it took quite a bit more from me by the end of it
than I expected. but it didn’t take much to get underway. Continue reading
by Nathaniel Calhoun
it took quite a bit more from me by the end of it
than I expected. but it didn’t take much to get underway. Continue reading
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by Jose Hernandez Diaz
I realize she is no longer a little girl. No longer will she read
Where the Sidewalk Ends. She will find new books, new authors, Continue reading
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by Ace Boggess
(question asked by Savannah Dudley)
Open the 2012 volume of Best American Poetry
& there inside its avocado cover
see my inmate number written in black sharpie
by a C.O. from the mailroom.
A reminder. There’s not much else.
I was never one to accumulate wealth. Continue reading
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by Anna Idelevich
I’m a little sleepy.
Sleepy and had no intention of writing anything,
more precisely, she was going, but not in a state of drowsiness.
I was insanely sweet yesterday
and I often woke up at night. Continue reading
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by Austin Alexis
Selfishly, she threw rice to sparrows,
cascading pigeons and a few rooks,
despite people yelling at her:
“You’re feeding the park’s rats, too!”
She stood tall, a beggar woman
enjoying her afternoon pastime. Continue reading
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