Category: Poetry

The Twins

Benjamin Niespodziany Runner up for the 2021 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest The twins live in an old house with a stick that speaks three tongues. Atop the stick there sits a shifting egg. It rots and...

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We Will Call This Comfort

John McCarthy When we get home from working long days, we know     there are longer days ahead that do not love us. The white salt-streaks following us home in the...

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A Bird Called Prozac

Matthew Tuckner Instead of dying, I decided to rename the birds.Outside my window is the yellow-throatedme-in-me. Holding its wing in my hand, at a rightangle, it looks small, smaller than the radial...

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Aftermath

Stephen Tuttle On the fourth night, Samson woke to remember he had no hair and had no eyes. He had dreamed of angels plaiting his locks into seven cords that reached a golden city and brought it...

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April 18, five inches of snow

Carolyn Oliver And the world’s the same, lessa few smashed tulips.The melting comes beforethe hyacinths I cut yesterdaybell open.The fleshiness of the flowers!As if they relish the endthe stems...

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Cosmology

John McKernan I sometimes go to sleepWith a white umbrellaSuspended above meIts black spotlightOf shadows blanketingWhat must be calledMy Body    Who needs a home?What cries for a roof?   ...

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Elegy Ending with A Burnt Out Light Bulb

John McCarthy I went to church by myself the other day after having given up      on God. I swear the light falling through the stained glasslooked like your initials—it even sounded like...

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Flora Has an Ego

David O’Connell The way bright tulips launch themselves from bulbs and nearly hyperventilate each spring.  And how the fair-bound pumpkin swells like some past king   announcing gross...

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Good Luck

James Miller The priest satnext to meon the planeto Rapid City. He was suffering.Flushed cheeks, clenchedjowls. His ziplocked icehad mostly meltedby the timewe leftthe tarmac. Still,he heldthat...

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Of Farther and Dwell

Sneha Subramanian Kanta Every journey is a prayer. A pelagic traditionfor the traveler. The wing-field inside a cloud. Ghosts paddle in sphagnum. Fire between sunand hill. Grasslands in the afterglow...

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