3 poems by Alexandra Gilliam

QUARANTINE I bought the largest bag of pom poms, remembering mopping the floor each night after close, my dad waiting in the closed shop  while I washed the dishes, we waited and went to    Whataburger when I didn’t have a car after I broke off my first  engagement, the details they say, the yellow of […]

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VERN FEIN ~ PUPPET TALK

PUPPET TALK  How I feel about these times. Anon. I move my feet  I dance and dance, up and down, up and down, cannot stop.  The cares of the world marionette me all around and around up and down, up and down. I cannot exit. The curtains never close. Characters appear  and disappear. They whisper,  point, […]

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3 poems by marc janssen

WILLAMETTE JANUARY II It is 7:30 when Monet paints nude tree groves with Vaporous strokes Dust silver water Blindly runs past the landing Silently whispers Cruel eddies catch Half submerged giants, force Them to angry sleep ~~~ MARC AND DUKE DRIVE TO THE RESERVOIR (Riverfront Park – East St. Louis Toodle-o) Been on the road a […]

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3 POEMS BY GLEN CALLEJA

(all 3 poems translated from Maltese by Albert Gatt) Someone’s wife refuses to follow. Someone’s wife refuses to follow her therapist’s advice. She finally changes out of her work uniform. She nibbles at a chunk of dark chocolate. Insists that she’s on first name terms with Buddha. That he’s like an old faux pas, addled […]

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2 poems by Jamez Terry

Desideratum Roget spent a lifetime in pursuit of the right words. Unrelenting, obsessed with nuance and symmetry, from his methodical eloquence he birthed the thesaurus. I lack his singularity, living instead in surges of passion, volcanic eruptions of words: intermittent bursts of dangerous brilliance, more often blown smoke. But this I share with Roget – […]

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2 POEMS by Amy Marques

Grave What I’m Talking About When I Talk About Home The neighbor’s water sprinklers go off synched to my bladder at four am and I muscle memory my uncounted steps from four- blanket cocoon to streetlamp-lit bathroom  as mattress-groans signal my partner turns in preparation anticipation expectation to pull me in when I sink back […]

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