Espionage Serpentine tendrils of steam waft skyward. None are left to contemplate the political funding behind the shots. Spilled blood makes the price tag illegible.
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Lover By Matt Thomas
Lover The stars watch you, same as your face in the lit kitchen window. You looking back at yourself looking away to open the gate,
Two Poems By John Poole
Produce Aisle I bumped into my high school English teacher by the cucumbers, wandered through memories, writing seeds planted on a dusty desk, budding plant
Below the Surface By Sarah Tate
Below the Surface Underneath my skin, households live in my body. These are the ways I’m a neighborhood: teen bands play guitars in my liver,
Two Poems By Dan Campion
Mediterranean Diet The ocean in the middle of the land is ever famished, and omnivorous. It swallowed whole that son of Daedalus who flew too
Two Poems By Jenny Dunbar
Gathering From the gable’s edge light falls where houses meet, boundaries accented, enhancing the separateness of being, I watch the kites fling, mew, exotic and
Grand Little Things 