by Katie Kemple
In the Sprouts parking lot with my teen, hands balancing
soap, sunblock, a bag of rainbow gummy bears, Continue reading
by Katie Kemple
In the Sprouts parking lot with my teen, hands balancing
soap, sunblock, a bag of rainbow gummy bears, Continue reading
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by Seth Rosenbloom
We sit
in lawn chairs
at a safe distance Continue reading
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by Josh P. Cohen
Before corona stole my crown,
I was still the king of Prince Street,
with my bag full of books and medicine,
my brow, furrowed only by the hacky,
drip-drop cough that always lingers
in the winter months and nags
at the back of my throat ‘til spring— Continue reading
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by Alex Thomas
Run the numbers again and hope
that you come up with something
more sure of your survival. Run
the numbers again and hope for
a new figure on the other side
of the equals sign. The New
Yorkers tell me that they gauge Continue reading
by Darryl Halbrooks
“When was the last time you talked to your dad?” Jennifer asks.
“I don’t know, maybe five years. Something like that.”
“I know you don’t want to, but maybe you should call.”
“I’ve seen grown men pull their own heads off rather than talk to Dad.”
She ignores my oft-used Monty Python line.
“He’s in the vulnerable population you know.” Continue reading
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