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The Houses You See from the Highway

by Paul Hostovsky It’s easy to love them, the shapes of those lives, the little huddled triangles holding each other up on the way into the city, or the ones in the country leaning only on themselves and a silo, head in an elbow on a hill. How beautiful the detached view, how forgivable all […]

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A white picket fence

by Dretta Grace White A white picket fence How odd Lovely for its symmetry Of pointing upwards While barring entry As if to say In perfect Christian tones Not Here   There

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From Knopf Doubleday Poem a Day

Knopf Doubleday Poem a Day “Sampling from the new Pocket Poets volume Poems About Horses — work by writers from Shakespeare and Sir Philip Sidney to the anonymous cowboy lyrics of the old West, with James Wright, Ted Hughes, Gary Snyder, Jean Valentine, Maxine Kumin, Jane Hirshfield and many others in the mix — we offer a […]

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Fall 2014

by Neal Whitman Fall or Autumn There are two kinds of people, yes? Those who call today the start of fall and those who call it the start of autumn. Fall is an older word that perhaps goes back to the fall of the leaf and then later we added autumn to the English lexicon […]

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Awakening

by Joseph Milosch What we know about the mocking bird is next to nothing. Some say the bird mimics everything it hears: a chainsaw, a Jeep wrenching an iron post, the squeaking of a wooden gate. Some say the bird mimics only the animals it hears: a feral cat, calling out its young, a singer […]

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Campfire

by Persis M. Karim He remembers, as a boy, the sweet smell of cedar burning, smoke blocking out ivory and black. Fire is not hot, it’s the inside turned out, shifting hues that dance from this lap and this, song my favorite moon, idling while his father picks the red guitar whose light reflects the […]

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Poetic Rejection, August

by Susan Dion We really like your poem and its quiet, eloquent simplicity. But it is so small, it will get lost on the page. Sorry!

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Solitary Reaper

by Paul Hostovsky I am writing on the bathroom wall at the summer writers’ conference where all of the poets are sitting around in their little tranquil groups circle jerking in my imagination: the blue- haired lady with her notebook spilling in her lap, the English teacher with his muscular sensibility, the diffident housewife, musty […]

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And if the stars fail us

by Dretta Grace White And if the stars fail us What becomes us  then My darling ones What becomes us now A song A psalm The unfolding line A rhyme Tales of sorrow so swiftly said The heart beats once Twice Or none What becomes us My darling ones What keeps us here

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Winter Haiku

By Neal Whitman For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, Winter Solstice this year occurs on December 21: in my neck of the woods (Pacific Standard Time) at 3:38* in the afternoon. I do not know about you, but as the sun lowers in the late afternoon, around 4:00 or so, I turn to […]

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Black and white cows

by Stephanie Silvia Black and white cows stand knee deep in mud next to egrets Trinidad 2006

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Cleaning Fish

By Joseph Milosch At the cottage located on Base Lake, I stood beside my Grandfather in the wash room. We were cleaning fish, and the room smelled of blood, guts, laundry soap, and air from the swampy land, located to the northwest. He made it look easy as he sliced the perch from its tail […]

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Figures from the Desert

Three Short Poems by Joseph D. Milosch How Warm the Moon How warm the moon resting on our blankets. Moonlight on Her Cheek Moonlight on her cheek what am I to do but steal a kiss. Old Cowboy Flies, dust, campfire, my horse peeing by my bedroll. Blogged with the Flock Browser

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Alabama Sunshine

by Paul Ingrassia Grasshopper lies hidden, then suddenly takes flight; In a field of green: such a little thing – I step lightly, gazing at the sky, tiny silhouettes circling, hawks among the clouds.

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Pebbles

by Rena Lee All their angles they have lost. Eternal friction of sea and sand. Hybrids of water and land. And even in form they are something between a drop and a stone.

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