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Poetry

She Boards the Mothership

What speck, what sun, what cluster became / what fig, what plum nestled in my trunk

Poetry | November 2019 | By Raylyn Clacher


Soloing at Caley

They hadn’t seen me the day before: / free-climbing ballerina out of the music box

Poetry | November 2019 | By Viv Ring


At Home (with young children)

The smallness of / this long day, / minutes parceled out / by tweezer.

Poetry | November 2019 | By Anne Salzman Kurzweg


Mama’s Turn

Her insistent tap tap tap on my arm /is a gentle yet unwelcome alarm, /yanking me from Morpheus’ embrace /and the blessed anaesthesia of sleep

Poetry | November 2019 | By Tara Mandarano


Birthday

And then you came and stuck, /expanding me like a swollen milkweed pod, / exiting me in a dark wave / on that winter’s first night of snow.

Poetry | November 2019 | By Meghan Sterling


Putting a Crying Baby to Sleep

It’s like taking a Zumba class with Richard Simmons after a second cup of coffee. / It’s like shushing a marching band in the library.

Poetry | November 2019 | By January Pearson


Roberta Sorge

“It’s drop now”

We should be getting a new tire today, / but we are driving slowly / to a farm in Queens instead / to see llamas and sheep, pumpkins and cornstalks.…

Poetry | September 2019 | By Coriel O’Shea Gaffney


Cover

There was a time I could not fathom / her being able, allowed, to wander the house alone.

Poetry | September 2019 | By Kara Gebhart Uhl


9 ½

“Are you supposed to reduce them?” / I ask. // “No,” she says, “we didn’t learn / simplifying yet.”

Poetry | September 2019 | By Meg Yardley


This Is A Picture Of Alexander The Great Feeding Some Birds

His arms are outstretched in a cross, dropping / what could be stars through stick fingers. / The birds have yet to arrive, / the diamond shaped pellets continuing to…

Poetry | September 2019 | By Valarie Hastings


Milkweed

What is it called?– / the seed carried aloft by the ephemeral?

Poetry | September 2019 | By Kathryn Petruccelli


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