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Three Poems – Zach Beach
Praise the Light of Late October So soon we have reached the cusp of October where we trade in our apples and peonies for pumpkins and sweet alyssum. The outstretched arms of the United States…
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Three Poems – Tares Oburumu
essay on boat in the oval of St. John’s Chapel. in the dome of his visions; in the form of ship or skew, the times come. the virgins have been praying for us before…
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Two Poems – Ron Riekki
My Roommate Translated during Just Cause—lying on his bed, the darkness, telling me he had to talk, and I said to talk then and the crickets were gone and the moon was gone and the night was…
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The Sharp Weight of Inheritance – Nnadi Samuel
“I do not know if hurt is my birthright”— Jason B. Crawford knuckle withholds an English suffering, clenched in fierce strain. my unsheathed hands, hurled spacelike, …
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Three Poems – Zach Beach
Praise the Light of Late October So soon we have reached the cusp of October where we trade in our apples and peonies for pumpkins and sweet alyssum. The outstretched arms of the United States…
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Three Poems – Tares Oburumu
essay on boat in the oval of St. John’s Chapel. in the dome of his visions; in the form of ship or skew, the times come. the virgins have been praying for us before…
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Two Poems – Ron Riekki
My Roommate Translated during Just Cause—lying on his bed, the darkness, telling me he had to talk, and I said to talk then and the crickets were gone and the moon was gone and the night was…
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The Sharp Weight of Inheritance – Nnadi Samuel
“I do not know if hurt is my birthright”— Jason B. Crawford knuckle withholds an English suffering, clenched in fierce strain. my unsheathed hands, hurled spacelike, …
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Three Poems – Zach Beach
Praise the Light of Late October So soon we have reached the cusp of October where we trade in our apples and peonies for pumpkins and sweet alyssum. The outstretched arms of the United States…
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Three Poems – Tares Oburumu
essay on boat in the oval of St. John’s Chapel. in the dome of his visions; in the form of ship or skew, the times come. the virgins have been praying for us before…
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Two Poems – Ron Riekki
My Roommate Translated during Just Cause—lying on his bed, the darkness, telling me he had to talk, and I said to talk then and the crickets were gone and the moon was gone and the night was…
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The Sharp Weight of Inheritance – Nnadi Samuel
“I do not know if hurt is my birthright”— Jason B. Crawford knuckle withholds an English suffering, clenched in fierce strain. my unsheathed hands, hurled spacelike, …
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Two Poems – Olumide Manuel
20.10.20 there are no rules except those against protests. the silence came for us before the bullets. every wound devours itself. dark green molds in the lips culturing a system of…
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Two Poems – Bruce McRae
Cry Timber The arborist has gone quite mad. For every tree felled another woodland grows. He saws and saws, and there is no end to his sawing. The mills are heavy with his lumber, an unholy…
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Three Poems – Chisom Okafor
A piercing through the dark In the face of darkness, this secluded space is a pathology likewise to live alone in it. My heart keeps failing in bits, as the voice from the evening news, crisp…
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Two Poems – Roseline Anya Okorie
Roots Love grows in the evening Dies at dawn There is not enough prophecy about hearts How it can become vapor …
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Barren – Maura Way
Tonight, eat nuts, watermelon, and pomegranate with me. I want to feel them on the tongue of the longest day. I will read Hafez to find out what will become of…
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The Mad Professor – Nicholas Rono
Schools of thoughts,Pure liquid children of the mind,Behind glasses, pupils dilate as behind desks, students relax,Schooled beyond his sixty-some years,Grey hair all over his headHe calls it…
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