Poetry No. 62 – Dimitri Reyes

books on rack

On every counter and beside
the entertainment center,
space is claimed by little wings plucking harps.
Trumpets leading
an unknown charge of credit cards.

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Poetry No. 61 – Sarah Payne

low angle photo of four high rise curtain wall buildings under white clouds and blue sky

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, […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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Morning Makeup Routine: Ursula But they dote, and swoon, and fawn on a lady who’s withdrawn.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 […]

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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 […]

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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. […]

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