by Elizabeth Cohen
woke up to the other side
smell of the crunch and cobble of late grass
bloom the morning
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by Elizabeth Cohen
woke up to the other side
smell of the crunch and cobble of late grass
bloom the morning
Continue reading
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by Peter E. Murphy
The way the tide rubbed up against the beach,
the sand thought it was a friend. It lay there
dumb as a child while the current brushed it, Continue reading
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by Scott Hutchison
She must be quiet—creeping through
hibiscus hedgerow for geckos, approaching
the lobster tourists who pity all kitties
and toss bites of grilled mahi-mahi;
her sister once boldly demanded such tribute
seeking antidote for her scant ribs and belly, Continue reading
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by Megan Kerns
I do the voices, and over time they
begin to seem more real. The dog says that
my ex smelled like the vet. A real buffet
of stupid. A helpful squirrel gnawing at Continue reading
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by Rob Wilson Engle
Ships to Tarshish are always headed into storm.
Here I give you my supinated arms with fingers
curling lightly like the Mediterranean.
I am an archipelago of inconvenience.
Will this Wednesday work for you? Continue reading