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Coattails
When I was eighteen, I wanted to write a screenplay based on my father’s life: from his birth in poverty, how his family gathered around one scant meal a day of potatoes and onions
Henry Israeli
Two Poems
To hunker
Daniel Tobin
A Brief Portfolio
Look, there’s Mom with a cup of flour and a cup of time, staring into her blue bowl.
Mark Irwin
Two Poems
might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away
Bruce Beasley
Two Poems
My brain is such a bully—wash your face, comb your hair,
Barbara Hamby
Sitting on an Old Bedspread Under an Oak Tree, Watching My Son’s Soccer Practice
For reasons I can’t explain
Maggie Smith
Always a Woman, a War, or a Lost Cause
That hunched those men over Zorro’s
Nancy Mitchell
The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…
It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale. For eight, she has lived in its belly,
Jennifer Maier
At Arlington and Boys
After the gunfire, the tact of “Taps.”
Daniel Bosch
SECRET AGENT | GUARDIAN OF THE EGG
A long armed monkey lurks by the far
Susan Rich
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
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