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"Penned" by Craig Kirchner

Penned Cannot write. Words, runted, leper shoes. Words in the corner. Words, cannot write. 7/17/2023 Craig Kirchner has written poetry...

"Hyde" by Craig Kirchner

Hyde I am Hyde. Words dance, spasm, posit. Words molest become poem, words. Hyde, I am. 6/15/2023 Craig Kirchner has written poetry all...

The Poetry of Anouk Schneider

Lovely Lilies Can’t Touch the Truth Lovely lilies touch her hair, When She Is Bleeding, When She Is Crying, When Her hair touches lovely...

"Zoom Workshop" by Pat Valdata

Zoom Workshop Little rectangular poets Muted Masks That Hide Muted Masks That Reveal Muted Poets, little rectangles 3/20/2023 Pat Valdata...

"Debris" by Serena Agusto-Cox

Debris Rifle through debris bodies puddled waiting children's bodies still bloody bulleted bodies Debris, we've rifled. 3/4/2023 Serena...

"Ten Years On" by Matt Hohner

Ten Years On I return to that image, to you leaving that cliff, your chaos mind hurtling you into the imagination. Return to me. Matt...

"Democracy Blocced" by Kari Martindale

Democracy Blocced Making a mockery of democracy, blocs block forward movement; blocs sit smugly giggling– blocs, making a democracy of...

"Memphis Statuary, 2017" by Randolph Parker

Memphis Statuary, 2017 They are lying in a secret warehouse, Denying, Bedford Jefferson Harvey Denying, loss lashing, silently denying,...

"America, shredded" by Padma Venkatraman

America, shredded "We can protect our children," we cry "Rip 'inclusive' books!" Bullets rip Blood-blanketed little bodies R.I.P. We cry....

"What I Am Not" by Roberto Christiano

What I Am Not Skinny is a form I will never be. My screensaver’s a whale. My scales don’t disagree. My form will never be skinny. Roberto...

"the truth about karen" by Kenneth Carroll

the truth about karen (1972) in our kitchen, women are whispering i am not supposed to hear it is about karen, "women thangs" karen had...

The Poetry of Jimmie Smith, Jr.

Artifacts Black men are becoming sunlit fossils within concrete exhumed fossils appear naked crumbled fossils are becoming sunlit Black...

The Poetry of Ingrid Bruck

on the ridge, spring peepers chorus windswept from the creek windswept up the hill windswept spring peepers chorus on the ridge Ingrid...

The Poetry of Hannah Zerai

I. in the night I crawl into your thoughts, and dawn shows me still brighter II. your stomach sits soft a place to bore and bury all my...

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