by Glen Armstrong
It has barbs but doesn’t cling,
seeps through one’s shoes
like puddle water.
It once slowed down to listen
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by Glen Armstrong
It has barbs but doesn’t cling,
seeps through one’s shoes
like puddle water.
It once slowed down to listen
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by Terry Trowbridge
You can’t cut back on funding! You will regret this!
– Transportation Advisor, SimCity 2000
by Tauwan Patterson
after Ross Gay
among the delights of his delight.
pecans. a memory unplugged via his:
a backyard in new orleans. a pecan tree
dropping its nuts. an invitation
Read More »by Lena Ho
If I take a grain of sand
And steal it from a heap
Away from a mountain
That hum the stars to sleep
Is it still a heap?
by Taya Wynn
Sometimes I still am the child who never cried:
both brand new and weary
screwing fists into white-knuckled pacifiers
seething with anger
before she could even comprehend what it was.
by Ruqia Ali
Unbounded thoughts like birds in the sky,
Flowing waters that never run dry.
Silent reserve, where introversion dwells,
Crafting tunes, like soft chimes and bells.
Read More »by Megan Wildhood
I can hear it from the edge of the dark wood,
but I have to come to its brim to feel
the back and forth of the sea.