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Poetry No. 83 – Isaiah Janisch

Isaiah Janisch is a writer and poet out of Evansville, WI. His work has been published in numerous literary journals and trade magazines, like The Muse and InspiredPlay. He also worked as an editor for the Rock River Review literary journal. Outside of traditional publishing, Isaiah founded @plaza.of.poetry to explore the use of liminality in poetry and the internet’s role in expanding the literary world. Continue reading Poetry No. 83 – Isaiah Janisch

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Poetry No. 82 – Megan Denese Mealor

Megan Denese Mealor echoes and erases in Jacksonville, Florida. A three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and 2023 Best of the Net candidate, her writing has been featured in hundreds of journals, most recently Across the Margin, Brazos River Review, and The Disappointed Housewife. She has authored three poetry collections: “Bipolar Lexicon” (Unsolicited Press, 2018); “Blatherskite” (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, 2019); and “A Mourning Dove’s Wishbone” (Cyberwit, 2022). Megan lives with her husband and their 9-year-old son. Continue reading Poetry No. 82 – Megan Denese Mealor

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Poetry No. 80 – Elinol Lopéz

Elinol Lopéz is a reader and writer from uptown NYC. In college, she wrote and performed for “The Tidal Self,” a collaborative performance for SUNY Geneseo’s 9th Annual GREAT Day symposium and her poetry appears in volume 30 issue two of Geneseo’s MiNT Magazine. Her short story “It Becomes Me” was published by Digging Press; it was named their 2021 Editor’s Choice Winner and nominated for a 2021 Pushcart Prize. In 2022, Elinol wrote and performed for “Craft & Release,” a poetry performance hosted by the Dominican Writer’s Association (DWA) and sponsored by Poets & Writers, and her essay “Decoding La Doña’s Love” was published in “La Doña: Essays on the Dominican Matriarch”, a DWA chapbook of narratives showcasing the role of women within Dominican households. Elinol obtained her BA in Mathematics with a minor in Psychology from SUNY Geneseo in 2017; she is currently doing environmental health research at Columbia University. Continue reading Poetry No. 80 – Elinol Lopéz

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Poetry No. 79 – Halsey Hyer

Halsey Hyer is the author of [deadname] (Anhinga, 2022) and Everything Becomes Bananas (Rinky Dink Press, 2022). They are currently the Margaret L. Whitford Fellow at Chatham University where they’re earning their MFA in Creative Writing. They’re a collective member of The Big Idea Bookstore and the Events Coordinator at at White Whale Bookstore. Their work can be found or is forthcoming in North American Review, The Boiler, Notre Dame Review, and elsewhere. Continue reading Poetry No. 79 – Halsey Hyer

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Poetry No. 78 – Sreekanth Kopurii

Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian poet from Machilipatnam, India and current poetry editor of Kitchen Sink Magazine. He recited his poetry in University of Oxford, John Hopkins University, Heinrich Heine University and many others. His poems appeared in Christian Century Arkansan Review, Chicago Memory House, Heartland Review. His book Poems of the Void was the winner of Golden Book of the year 2022 & finalist for the Eyelands Books Award Greece, 2019. Continue reading Poetry No. 78 – Sreekanth Kopurii

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Poetry No. 76 – Darren C. Demaree

Darren C. Demaree is the author of sixteen poetry collections, most recently “a child walks in the dark”, (Harbor Editions, December 2021). He is the recipient of an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award, the Louise Bogan Award from Trio House Press, and the Nancy Dew Taylor Award from Emrys Journal. He is the Editor-in-Chief of the Best of the Net Anthology and the Managing Editor of Ovenbird Poetry. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children. Continue reading Poetry No. 76 – Darren C. Demaree

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Poetry No. 75 – Kathy Kremins

Kathy Kremins (she/her) is a Newark, NJ native of immigrant parents and a retired public school teacher. Her poetry chapbook, Undressing the World, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Kathy’s recent work appears in Soup Can Magazine, The Night Heron Barks, Paterson Literary Review, Stay Salty; Life in the Garden State Anthology, The Stillwater Review, Lavender Review, Divine Feminist: An Anthology of Poetry & Art By Womxn and Non-Binary Folx and other publications. Continue reading Poetry No. 75 – Kathy Kremins

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Poetry No. 74 – henry 7. reneau, jr.

henry 7. reneau, jr. is the author of the poetry collection, freedomland blues (Transcendent Zero Press) and the e-chapbook, physiography of the fittest (Kind of a Hurricane Press.) His work is published in Superstition Review, TriQuarterly, Prairie Schooner, Zone 3; Poets Reading the News, and Rigorous. His work has also been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Continue reading Poetry No. 74 – henry 7. reneau, jr.

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Poetry No. 73 – Mario Duarte

Mario Duarte is a Mexican American writer and a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. His poems and short stories have appeared in Aaduna, Abstract Elephant, American Writers Review, Emerald City, Pank, Plainsongs, Rigorous, Typishly, and Zone 3. New work is forthcoming in Journal X, Native Skin, and New Croton Review. Continue reading Poetry No. 73 – Mario Duarte

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Poetry No. 72 – Mercedes Lawry

Mercedes Lawry is the author of three chapbooks, the latest, In the Early Garden with Reason,was selected by Molly Peacock for the 2018 WaterSedge Chapbook Contest. Her poetry has appeared in such journals as Poetry, Nimrod, and Prairie Schooner and has been nominated seven times for a Pushcart Prize. Her book, Vestiges, will be published in 2023. Continue reading Poetry No. 72 – Mercedes Lawry

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Poetry No. 70 – Haylee Millikan

Haylee Millikan is a poet originally from Spokane. Haylee’s work focuses on themes of intimacy, disability, self, & the elusive concept of home, and is featured or forthcoming in Sunspot Lit, Equinox, Litro, Beyond Words, Susie Magazine, Textploit, pioneertown., and others. They currently reside in Long Beach with their two Flatbush rescue cats. Continue reading Poetry No. 70 – Haylee Millikan

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Poetry No. 61 – Sarah Payne

Three Poems by Sarah Payne Dead Hildegard In the world of my body’s time, to be illuminated meant to be lighted by fire only The candle of the sun igniting and extinguishing each day: how perpetual these orbs You began to go astray when you spoke your first lie against what you knew O body, said the light Say these things now Hildegard on the … Continue reading Poetry No. 61 – Sarah Payne

Poetry No. 60 – Kora Schultz

about a miscarriage, planned I want all your pieces bar the one you left here – again, I gulp a little death with oat milk, thick. dried parsley, vitamin c, & chamomile tea. Its mom’s grocery list. Its a junk drawer. what I’m trying to say is this is easy. what I’m mean is, I sleep through all the trauma. I dream of mulberries, Pooling. … Continue reading Poetry No. 60 – Kora Schultz

Poetry No. 59 – Marco Harnam Kaisth

Three Short Poems To Hilda All my sisters died young too, fiddleheads doublebent under dew. Marketwomen collapsed to red bean jelly, my mother a mooncake around.   The Atlantic I admire you for drowning the kids you drown for baring their bloat never merely snagging fat waterlimbs in your multitude plastics and corals.   Body Poem I love only men who move like marsh-birds over … Continue reading Poetry No. 59 – Marco Harnam Kaisth

Poetry No. 58 – Tiffany Pyette

Nvyohi (Bedrock: the fundamental principle on which something is based.) “There’s beautiful artwork up there.” I’m told. Entering the rotunda in my elk tooth printed top, I glanced at the paintings that stood larger than the walls of my small home. All praising colonization. For the briefest of seconds, I felt my heart harden. Not into the pristine white marble that surrounded me. Or the … Continue reading Poetry No. 58 – Tiffany Pyette

Poetry No. 57 – Robin Gow

Morning Makeup Routine: Ursula But they dote, and swoon, and fawn on a lady who’s withdrawn.   What do you think I do? No, I wake up like this. I sleep in my makeup. I breathe only through red lips. The eyeshadow is a color stolen from water, my own personal blue. Some women have routines and other women have lives. Some women are dainty … Continue reading Poetry No. 57 – Robin Gow

Poetry No. 56 – Lucía Orellana-Damacela

Resonances deadpan tone emerges an invasion organs silent no more     ask in decibels in blockages    dislocated rhythms carrier of a surplus measured in heartbeats sound assault to the carotids what you hear is what you get echo reflects and gathers in black and white waves find a way home    a calligraphic moon on a frequency asking for a sequel strings running through neck and body … Continue reading Poetry No. 56 – Lucía Orellana-Damacela

Poetry No. 55 – Haolun Xu

Line Segments, Counting i. The spaces defined & between them. Each calculation divides the other, running the gambit into place. ii. In another world, the pestilence reached us first. They looked like deathwatch beetles. This time, you could see them, & the way they grew, disgusted people. In another world, the organism grew longer, thinner. It fed differently & with more dexterity. This one was … Continue reading Poetry No. 55 – Haolun Xu

Poetry No. 54 – Brendan Walsh

breakfast i wake up starving and ever since you left i can do whatever i want with my morning so i make the largest breakfast anyone’s ever seen. i empty the fridge and crisp it on the stove in one gelatinous glop: condiments, months-old leftovers, chicken bones, half-cut onions and forgotten carrots, allofit sizzles and amalgamates. with the crack of seven free range, cage free, … Continue reading Poetry No. 54 – Brendan Walsh

Poetry No. 53 – Joseph Edwin Haeger

Resurrection I’ll never be able to imagine the level of shattered hope my Christian mother experienced when her son died Friday, and then died again on Easter Sunday   Joseph Edwin Haeger is the author of Learn to Swim (University of Hell Press, 2015). His writing has recently appeared or is forthcoming in The Inlander, Drunk Monkeys, and X-R-A-Y Magazine. He occasionally tells people his … Continue reading Poetry No. 53 – Joseph Edwin Haeger

Poetry No. 52 – Tashiana Seebeck

Sing, Ladies I’ll tell you of a song on Apollo’s nightstand about the gutters of Paris and themes of magnolia vines, emptiness, statistics about tsunamis, churches, zine artists, twelve-year plans, the debutante meetings on Tuesday evenings, where pink is disallowed and cucumbers encouraged, arthritis, green mango skin, Gucci, God, lilypads, Chrysler’s year-end sales event, bonsai trees, and gasoline fog suckling on the Golden Gate Bridge. … Continue reading Poetry No. 52 – Tashiana Seebeck

Poetry No. 51 – JP Infante

Yasica, Puerto Plata 1. When I lived in the mountains, I thought the same color meant the same taste. Tangerines, oranges and the sun. Citrus. When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men used knives for oranges, she became God. I imagined what she could do with the sun.   2. When I returned to the mountains I was … Continue reading Poetry No. 51 – JP Infante

Poetry No. 50 – Kate Wright

Ode to the Girls in VIP Exceptionally pretty and exceptionally bored, lacquered lips shut tight and straight, body not moving to the DJ’s pounding as you gaze dead-eyed down at us on the floor. I can’t help but wonder how many people you’ve fucked as I stare at you clutching your flute of $1000 champagne. Have you fucked as many people as me? And who … Continue reading Poetry No. 50 – Kate Wright

Poetry No. 48 – Tony Press

Colma Walk We walked by the graveyard today Father’s Day And saw a group of five, sitting on the grass, On blankets, and wrapped, too, in blankets, this breezy Sunday. Each person sitting within three or four yards of the same tombstone We continued walking Father’s Day The five appeared, though we could not say for certain Appeared to be a family Perhaps a mother … Continue reading Poetry No. 48 – Tony Press

Poetry No. 47 – rhea moon

delicate you brush with one tender finger under your earlobe the very spot just three evenings prior i watched in earnest a trembling sentry sat behind you in church the vulnerable flesh poised to meet the prospect of my lips and i could’ve just swept that spot gentler than a feather duster bumping everything on the way down or so i thought it might be … Continue reading Poetry No. 47 – rhea moon

Poetry No. 46 – Auden Eagerton

Telling the Bees I keep the hive you left as a makeshift ribcage, feed it the roots of my blanks. I open my palms— ———————scraps. The rest is stomped ash in my hands every grain smudged teeming into the next. A smattering gesture on an abacus. I am chronic reenactment, anthropologist, spooling into honeycomb the inkblots of legends. Plasma and smarting cedar. A child gashed, … Continue reading Poetry No. 46 – Auden Eagerton

Poetry No. 45 – Stephanie R. Nahhas

Gutters of February When my aunt got sick, I didn’t understand how a brain could eat itself away, how can a brain eat itself, like coils of a serpent eating its own tail, that relentless self-destruction. It’s not easy turning ash into ember, not easy to undo what has been done. If it’s beautiful and glows red and orange, it still burns itself into dust. … Continue reading Poetry No. 45 – Stephanie R. Nahhas

Poetry No. 44 – Katherine Lutz

A la criolla puertoriqueña The water lays flat like A plate of glass ready To rise up and stand Between the sun and me. The sand is a fine, White powder dappling My feet as I walk Across the sandbar like A water bug. On the island of Vieques Where a bomb dropped from the sky And created beaches like the Plains— A flat, people-less … Continue reading Poetry No. 44 – Katherine Lutz

Poetry No. 43 – Bina Ruchi Perino

Every Sunday Morning Divinity must live within herself.  –Wallace Stevens   She didn’t plan ———on being married and quartered, battered and bursting – are Her palms ———close enough to the aarti light? does She pray on crossed legs ———for saffron nectar enough? If She had four arms, She’d hold each child ———from the cremating house, she’d hold him down until he’d wash ———Her feet with … Continue reading Poetry No. 43 – Bina Ruchi Perino

Poetry No. 42 – Lorraine Henrie Lins

The Last Time I Heard From Her She’d written me on the backside label from a can of Libby’s corn kernels to tell me that she was doing well and thought I’d love the idea of getting corn-label greetings instead of the forty-seven cent postcard she bought her mom. Some nights, when I miss her most, I’ll unfold the label, watch the way her hand … Continue reading Poetry No. 42 – Lorraine Henrie Lins

Poetry No. 41 – Gabrielle Peterson

what was meant by woem written in pencil on the subway window. the faint urgency, or else he/she (she) (he) would have waited for a pen; graphite’s small struggle against the synthetic sill. still, what is “woem?” woman? womb…poem? the space between apples. the sound a belly makes when it has nothing. the drunken or sleep laden conviction to say something, but say it wrong. … Continue reading Poetry No. 41 – Gabrielle Peterson

Poetry No. 40 – KG Newman

A Brief History of Brokenness The year I was born a historic hailstorm came. Everyone lost cars, windows. The shards never fully swept. In time, the suburb recovered. Insurance copped for solar panels, HOAs bought replacement birds. I grew up assured of the sun even though my closet overflowed with raincoats. I had two Nintendos. We weren’t rich in other ways despite a chandelier on … Continue reading Poetry No. 40 – KG Newman

Poetry No. 39 – Morgan Peacock

it’s keeping me up at night   Morgan Peacock is a poet, visual artist, and translator whose poetry has appeared in the Columbia Poetry Review, Second Draft Press, and the Plum Creek Review, among others, as well as in a self-published chapbook. She received her MFA in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago. © Morgan Peacock Photo Credit: © munandme / Adobe Stock Continue reading Poetry No. 39 – Morgan Peacock

Poetry No. 38 – Alex Wells Shapiro

Grappling for EJ the shared gaze had always been falling on avatars, – but we are young and naked because guys get changed together. – so, unleashed, following eyes, limbs forming fluid knots sliding through our own creases, – long and smooth like Medusa’s dancing hairs – giggling into submissive, one had to finish atop, and as if remote controlled, with a chin sitting where … Continue reading Poetry No. 38 – Alex Wells Shapiro

Poetry No. 37 – Thea Matthews

MARIGOLD | Tagetes erecta       – Born and raised in San Francisco, CA, Thea Matthews earned her BA in Sociology at UC Berkeley where she studied and taught June Jordan’s Poetry for the People. She has delivered her poetry at various literary settings, some of which include Litquake, San Francisco’s Lit Crawl, the National Queer Arts Festival, and the Berkeley Poetry Festival. She … Continue reading Poetry No. 37 – Thea Matthews

Poetry No. 36 – David Midkiff

Footnotes                   David Midkiff is a Pacific Northwest U.S. born poet and educator currently living in London. He writes to create a space for himself in the world. His work has previously been featured in “Window Cat” by bighugpublishing, “Resistentialism” by Poetastard Press, and the Barely South Review. In 2016, he released a self-published chapbook entitled “EdotGdot”. … Continue reading Poetry No. 36 – David Midkiff

Poetry No. 35 – Bryan D. Price

My animals are out We went to buy an angle grinder, the wheel as light as a cat’s paw. She wants to translate a chair. Give it a brand new life. Later that night— listening to the White Album in its entirety. Mixing wine with water like in the age of Cupid and Psyche. Like responsible humans not yet addicted to pain and its appetites. … Continue reading Poetry No. 35 – Bryan D. Price

Poetry No. 34 – Nolan Meditz

Montauk by Sunrise I venture the thoughts of these men who outpaced the sun to the shoreline, who weather the salt spray and uneasy perches upon the rocks that abut their island and cast their nets into receding dark. They trace a hymn in horizon fire to the pulse of the world they love and keep trying to haul up closer themselves knowing so much … Continue reading Poetry No. 34 – Nolan Meditz