by Danielle Verwers
I.
Baldwin sold the set he built
there on the kitchen table
to the Navy. Continue reading
by Danielle Verwers
I.
Baldwin sold the set he built
there on the kitchen table
to the Navy. Continue reading
by Richard Schiffman
The way the morning yawns a horizon just before sunup
and the sky brightens to a porcelain bowl of ashes.
That trembled hush as night lights blink out like fireflies
and towers teeter up, a troupe of ballerinas surprised Continue reading
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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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