IN DEFENSE OF ISRAEL by Regina Saad

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Struggle of the Jewish PeopleBy Regina Saad The crack of the afikomen:The broken cracker symbolizing struggle.The struggle of the Seder finally ending. The rule to not ask dad any questions,For it will cause the anguished meal...

THAT DAY by Girard Tournesol

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Standing Dead I stand reckoningthe struggle of distance between me and standingdead timbers Tall slender mo’ai gray and silent I listenThe field to the wetlands hums Starburstsof stingers flit between wild flowers I hear voicesfrom...

THEORY OF RELATIVITY by Abena Ntoso

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Greetings to Hannah S. Jones Dear lovely daughter, Let us always expect full respect, nothing less.People will offer us much less at times,even hurl disrespect at uslike fire and ice. We have inherited tears. If you are able...

VOICELESS by Anna Kapungu

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LETTERS FROM HOME In the deserted daysWhere the sun is my championAnd the blood thirsts for waterI tell the rays what I miss the mostHear my breathingSweat drip down my backMy hands cracked from the...

SAUDADES by Daniela Vecchia

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Samba From top of floatsI throw you flowersSway my hip in the airTurn my backTurn my headAnd send you a kiss:a hurtful kiss. Those were the last nights in NovemberIicks on my breastsDribbles in bedMayhem in...

ERASE THE BROKEN THINGS by Sarah Stephens

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Lie with me in this moment sink into the book of mewhere all my stories wait to be told. Take out the pagesand read– It’s not quite Spring here, where Winter lags in the heatand humidity...

MOON GIRL by Lora Robinson

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bitters and rye I was the sandcastle dream you built by the baybrackish little Betty, jetty mouthspewing toward the only cloud in AugustSavannah sazerac, lemon rindsyour slant rhymesyour question-marked pain:it’s just a stinging in your...

SMILE THROUGH IT by Michael Duke

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UntitledDown under the house, I am not a person, but a temporary ghost.I’m smoking my useless time. This space feels like a bunker’s tomb.Thoughts blurry in my mind’s eye, I wrestle with my own...

CHOIR OF ONE by Pavel Sfera

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Lighthouses for driftwood what if night was a curtainyou should have pulled it asidea way long time agoperhaps, you can see out without your glassesa universe of a world untouchableeven the moon needs to sleepmaybe...

CHURCH BRICK by Terry Brinkman

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Death by ArsenicYou heard them say death by ArsenicDreaming of Candy Corn lanky simpletonOne Two Three sillies ArithmeticHer never things list highIrishman’s new bed his Coffin PalaceInvented a lovely briber horrifyShe died Must be...