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March 4, 2026 |
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The sunlight rises in sprawling waves through the pellucid glass and peeks through the shutters in my room, painting a plaid light fixture on the silver carpet to the left of my bed. The...
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February 22, 2026 |
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I was very young when I was young. All eyes. Mirrors that consumed the world. Your mother told you I would have to be careful. She meant with boys, men,...
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February 22, 2026 |
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* Elizabeth Knapp (she/her) is the author of three poetry collections, Causa Sui (Three Mile Harbor Press, 2025), winner of the Three Mile Harbor Book Award; Requiem with an Amulet in Its...
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February 21, 2026 |
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I smell her cigarette-coffee breath,my mother’s face is so close to mine.She slaps Gentian Violeton the rash and welts in the swollen foldsof my vagina, erupting with angry...
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February 20, 2026 |
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1 This La Jolla morning resembles dusk. Instead of rising, I am setting trapped in ever-dusk. Names of months are all I see...
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February 19, 2026 |
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& i don’t know how to tell you abouthow emptiness can be holy if you never look down–boys building a universe out of a deflated footballboys that would be kings that would be...
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February 18, 2026 |
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i slink from bed & i drag my limbs past your grey New Balances & your slight cache of a stomach, your black inked star & crescent, sternum stretched & anxious thoughts tear...
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February 18, 2026 |
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I could tell we were getting close to the border because my dad was nervous. He tended to get very nervous anyway and when he did, he became testy. Well, he got mean. As he drove, he...
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February 18, 2026 |
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AUBADE 8 Morning mist kissesthe slow wakening shore, dreams skitteringwet sand, flittering in and outof sea murmur until the sunbounces itself up from the graystoop of horizon and the...
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February 18, 2026 |
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I wish everything in my life could be as simple as the orange leaves on our service berry bush * or the purple plumes of our monkshood plants....
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February 15, 2026 |
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My mother tongue is a deceptive septic tank. It stinks but also smells at times of honeysuckle. Fills treachery with a sudden flight of angels 9 It curses and cries and breaks down on the...
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February 13, 2026 |
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Some Yogis in ancient India believed every person comes to this earth with a fixed number of breaths allotted by the Almighty. Once we exhale our last breath, we leave this life, whether we...
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February 11, 2026 |
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I want us Kodaks in the salt sprayoff Cape Cod’s hook. With them, of course. Lungs crackling, bones worm-holed.Two pipers dance on driftwood, their skeletons to be polished wood or...
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February 8, 2026 |
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A word calls my name others answer in rhyme from the canopy where greenery is fluent and lemurs with cursive tails leap zigzagging in chatter across shadowed valleys of linguistic...
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February 2, 2026 |
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I’m from incense, from Calgon and cassette tapes. I am from the window of my teenage bedroom; screenless thirteen floors above ground, full of mystery, night and glittering lights. I am...
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Ana Flores is a sculptor and ecologist. Her work is informed by how pla
2 Poems
Let Me Straddle Your Mind
The Crusader
Yeah bring our electric shaver back, I bought it we shaved each others back
it was important to me
Kwame Dawes
1
Yes, we were country, lived in shotgun
shacks, where the road loses its way
to dirt and live 
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Courtesy of the artist and Mizuma Art Gallery
"Feminism is a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to lea
Junot' Diaz
and Edison, NJ
The first time we try to deliver the Gold Crown the lights are on in the house but no on
Elegy & Poem
"We are all the other."
…and find inside a picture,
of myself as a child, sitting
on a small chair, wearing overalls
an
Raphael Perez
To Alex, on turning two
Some say the Ring of Brogar
is the Circle of the Moon.
There is n
March on Washington
An Interview with Cheryl Evans
In a strange twist of what seemed
like reverse vandalism, the Graffiti
Mecca was painted over. 
Forest Gander
A Translation
Quassan Castro, poem
Grandson to Grandmother
Wynwood Walls, of Miami has been called "a Museum of the Streets."
Low like the mean dream
of Newark the sky must
have seemed to its builders.
Rickety now, unhingin
At last, the extremes
of his present methods
seemed to offer
the happiest avenues.
The strengthe
5th Limb
Poems
Poem, Knot
Poem, Look This Way
Xue Du, Poem
A woman in a black kimono dyed black hair
disappeared behind a black curtai
Poem:
Behind the War On Women
Maria Mizzotti-Gillan
Short Story
Pilar Fraile Amador
poem
Lady Haiti
David Trinidad
Landzy Theodore
Angelo Nikolopoulos
