by Nancy Christopherson
Imagine yourself on Jupiter.
You’re wearing your space
suit your helmet and your oxygen level
is fine. Essentially drifting in clouds Continue reading
by Nancy Christopherson
Imagine yourself on Jupiter.
You’re wearing your space
suit your helmet and your oxygen level
is fine. Essentially drifting in clouds Continue reading
by Eric Lochridge
He emerges from exile early in the trip, unshaved, bedhead, cargo shorts, T-shirt, flipflops and a half-cracked smile. Loose behind the wheel, he uncorks a bawdy joke involving the tailpipe of the slow driver ahead. Freed two weeks from the masks—budget overlord, enforcer of curfews, master of developing young lives. Freed from the Continue reading
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by W.T. Pfefferle
I am sorry for the sound of the whippoorwill.
I take back the things we said in Tucumcari.
I reset my watch to the top of each hour,
before the whippoorwill, Continue reading
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by Charlotte Covey
you will never be
just a poem. you will
be rocks breaking
ribs, angelfish kissing Continue reading
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by Carol V. Davis
1.
What is the dream life of a cicada?
Imagine burrowing underground for 17 years,
such sulky juveniles, then within hours
merging with millions, the males boisterous,
females silent, clumsy fliers, colliding mid-air. Continue reading
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