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Volume 17

Sonia Greenfield

By the Pound This poem is so starved it doesn’t know where to begin, so it opens with my mother’s rubber “fuck cancer” bracelet too baggy on...

Robin Turner

After the Prescribed Burn at Little Pine Lake For days wisps of smoke slow ghost it all along the still water’s ember edge. I watch...

Matthew Lippman

Outside World Of Beers (for Diane) My friend Geoffrey, he’s a poet,once wrote a poem with the line,You and me and the department of beer. My...

Jacqueline Goyette

Summer's End We eat panzerotti piping hot -- freshly fried dough, mozzarella, tomato sauce that is salty, tangy, thick -- on a bench behind a...

Özge Lena

Minor Details We lie on a fallen beachwithin the sooty winds of the east. What makes a war-stroke cityso human and inhuman? Far missiles are weavingthe heavens...

Elizabeth Torres

Elegy for the platform I built of untreated cedar wood planks from Home Depot, that I painted madder yellow, overlaid with Scandinavian flowers like something...

Angie Macri

Thirst To drink hard liquor here means glass, no iceas it would water down the drink and cheata man his feeling. Study the amber, firebecome...

Rita Mookerjee

Self-Portrait as Hymenopus Coronatus Curled Inside a Thai Orchid on the coast I see ribbon braids like war banners with stars & bows & sharp beads...

Laura Bandy

Body Horror: Biopsy I step through a glass door to the grassy courtyardoutside the clinic waiting room. The sun shines medium. On the ground, an iridescent...

Elizabeth Koster

Half Moon The mud was so t­hick we unbuckled our sandals and slid in that slick mineral earth, sludge squished between our toes. Giggling, giddy,...

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