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Month: January 2019

I Harbored the Spirit of Unforgiveness

By Jenica Lodde

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

I harbored the spirit of unforgiveness
she wasn’t the unruly houseguest
everyone supposes
she didn’t destroy furniture
or have people over for orgies
mostly she sat silently

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Motherhood

By Rae Coop

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

I am the full moon
rich with daughters.
Time spent
reading bedtime stories
and drying tears over
spilled milk and bruised knees.

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Incident on the Green Line

By Marc Frazier

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

I am trying to quit thinking of simple human decency as a form of heroism, both in my poems and in the world.     …

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The Loneliest Cup

By Helia Rethmann

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

The day I gained access to my other lives, I was relaxing by my brother’s pool after a horrible week at work. Brian let me…

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Night Running on Herrs Island

By Carrie Greenlaw

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

The room was too quiet, so I left. I took my nervous feet to poundthe dark curl of island parting the river,all drizzling dark and…

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Clawing for Love

By Chelsea Catherine

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

I was too young to get married. I couldn’t even drink legally at the reception. My father spiked the punch bowl with wine, and my…

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Catalyst

By Rae Coop

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

Combine water and sugar in a bottle, and place a string inside.Crystals will begin to consume the string,a physical reaction to something sweet.A catalyst in…

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The Shark

By Nancy Tingley

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

She slid into the water, no splashing, no shriek at the cold, her arms braced behind her, so she couldn’t stop herself, had to release…

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Leaving La Grange

By John Sierpinski

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

This bleak suburb of Chicagothis Best Western hotel this December, freezing rainthese grey scraps of snow these apartments across the waythose small prisons of the…

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MY FIRST DEAD MAN

By John Grey

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

Yellow beam from my flash and I tell myself something’s not right – as it runs ahead of me across the foyer floor to the kitchen linoleum, plush carpet…

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Dog Tag

By Stephen Mead

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

In the mouth& the jawsback-handed slamby the coroner-manbecause of the rigorbecause he was sickof the shelling assemblyall gone to this:My buddy beneath the sheet,Father Priestseminary…

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On The Third Day

By Terry Minchow-Proffitt

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

the worst part
is not seeing.
how blood pools post-op
behind the retina…

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My Car’s Broken Heart

By Ariadne Wolf

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

My car has a broken heart — I mean, a broken engine. If she were human, I would say that she is grieving. If she were a …

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Scavenger

By Jessica Standifird

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

I. Uncle Skeleton bleached bronze by the desert
rattles up my driveway looking for solace,
someone who might understand…

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zero to mortality

By Thomas Conley

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

the cemetery is a grand garden
to walk in she says
all the flowers arranged then changed
stories told by names…

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THE SMOLDERING

By James Penha

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

My begging him to seek help—a psychiatrist, medication—is the proof of my cahootswith the omnipotent cabalhacking him, following him,seizing every shot to uncloakan interminable presencein…

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Soloism

By Scott F. Parker

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019June, 2019

So it’s after Hood to Coast (and if you want me to I can tell you about that too), but it’s after Hood to Coast…

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The Hush of Darkness Broken

By Pam Goldberg Smith

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019January, 2019

The hush of darkness broken. Soft edging breathes gently through the horizon, heaving. Reaching slowly to embrace the Earth with its tendrils. Young greens wake…

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Crosses

By Wendy Carlisle

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019January, 2019

How do you know it’s done? I admit the children were wreckedbut the sad man gave me reasons to remain— the sex was sex, his…

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Traditional Intimacy

By Carrie Greenlaw

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019January, 2019

He’s been in a woman’s kitchen;he knows the art of locatinga drinking glass, the good corkscrew. He can rinse the bubblesfrom a long-necked twist-top,leave it…

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Run

By Chani Cochran

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019January, 2019

The nasal, echoing sound of my breathBouncing through the acoustics of my headSteady, rhythmically blended with the beats of my heartElevating, escalating, matching my stride…

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Report From the 70s

By Liz Kelner Pozen

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019January, 2019

Last night I spread mouthwash over my face
instead of toner.
Last week I tried to open the car
with my cell phone.
I lost the word wash…

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Familiar Face

By Carrie Close

by dawn leasPosted onJanuary, 2019January, 2019

Sitting at the bar with your aunt on a Friday night reminds you how desperate you are for friends your own age. So you drink…

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