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Sandra Yannone

The Taste of Blueberries Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. Oh, yes, it could have been another season of waking   to the blueberries that swelled, ripened during the...

Justin Runge

Before Teacher, I finally read the poet you said toavoid years ago. You must have believed  that you were doing me good, thought thathis style was...

Peter Grandbois

This hungry map   “Every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls” —Robert Walser (1878-1956)   Inside, no room for breath.    And a muddy field everywhere  By...

Marissa Glover

Wait For Me Someday, when I have stopped feeling sad,I will tell you a story. About the helicopterspiraling into a skyscraper. About chin hairsplucked in...

Douglas Cole

And That Darkness   Woke up in the middle of the night in the middle of a windstorm and saw that all the homes were dark, the...

E. Thomas Jones

October 31st, 1998   After our mothers turned into coyotes & tore into the woods, moonlight silvering   their fresh furs, we sat on your porch & instead of trading...

Martha Sutro

The Doing The sun, having come,has now paled the veiland bronze, having cast,has tinted the sumps. Trees drag their flags,bag bursts of gusts.Plots of the landform...

Emily Rose Cole

MS Nocturne with Fuse, Crosshairs, and Irreparable Fissure my brain’s a dirty bomb lashed with lightning a series of losses my doctor makes no promises yet I cleave to a needle...

Sara Quinn Rivara

Love Poem, SE Portland My husband tells me he saw a coyote race down 26th Street while he waited for his son outside the middle school....

Sara Quinn Rivara

When I Say Love I Mean El Greco’s The Assumption of the Virgin   where she rises from a crowdof men into the sky, how she...

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