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    REFLECTION by Jane Muschenetz

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    Miracles Previously Unnoticed I longed for poetry and doom-scrolleduntil headlines separated from the screen and breathedin sighs, like teenagers,we sent each other music audio filesand slowly began to speak...

    ANOTHER MORNING by John Drudge

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    My Streets HobbledBy a narrowStoic universeOwing nothingTo anyoneAloneOn the cobbled stonesWith an airy desperationFirm in my pocketAnd hiddenFrom everythingWorth hiding fromFrom anythingUnseenBelow the waterlineAlong the swiftSwollen riverWith the dark...

    ON BEING ALONE by Katherine Ault

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    Voicemail Listening is not hearing.Like a wind that is slowly nearingthat never hits your face.What I want is for my words to meet your embrace.Not to be fixed or...

    ABSENT by Aracelly Campo

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    The Institution by Aracelly P. Campo Love-the grand illusionTheatrical spectacle presented to us on an empty stageTransaction driven unions that dictate the roles we are to...

    A DEER WEEPS UNDER A FULL MOON by Kate-Yeonjae Jeong

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    “There are people who see a beautiful flower and rush over to pick it. They want to hold it in their hands, they want to own it. They want the flower’s beauty...

    PARIS PARK, OCTOBER by Laurel Benjamin

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    The blue moss sings a song of its ownwith a line from Toi Derricotte’s poem “I give into an old desire” I’ve lost so much distracted by hungerfor blue...

    THREE ZEN DADA POEMS by H.A. Sappho

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    HIDEOUS WINNERS Stray bits of grammar peck at the skyAlgae with red snouts wins the next track meetSea foam and plastic comply with the new climate’s directivesA revised global...

    BIRTHING A POEM by Emalisa Rose

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    Birthing a poem Two on the high wirein exchanging of songery. They’re rising the sky withthe voice of the ancients, inthis ritual reverie.

    I SLAM RHYMES by Jamie Gibbons

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    I SLAM RHYMES Cocoons hangCaterpillars crawlButterflies have wingsYet I'm floor boundI'm forced to walkJamie curves words like they're baseballsThey're coming faster than gale force nineLadies and gentlemenDistressed Butterfly presents...

    MORNINGS by Alan Massey

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    This Man He takes aluminum cans from the neighbor’s trash, limps off and walks his bikedown this late morning road, down to the next homewhere he hunches down into...