Ian Willey Back from the Mall I wonder if that woman in the silver hybrid ever found the space she was looking for. Ian Willey writes poetry without rhyme or reason.
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Poems
11/09/2016 — 0
Dawn Corrigan: “The Parable of the Cat”
Dawn Corrigan The Parable of the Cat One night Adam and I went out to the dog track to play a tourney but unfortunately we forgot to follow rule number one, which is always, always take separate cars because invariably one of you busts out in the first couple rounds and one makes the final […]
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Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco: “Election Day”
From Your Editors Election Day Candidate lawn signs wilt in the same rain as cardboard headstones. On this Election Day, we step away from our usual policy against publishing work by the editors here. We’re also stepping away from our usual requirement for one sentence bios. This poem is by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco, who co-edits One […]
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Howie Good: “October Light”
Howie Good October Light Not evening yet, the leaves erupting in obsolete colors, Dragon’s Blood, Uranium Yellow, Mummy Brown, while the wind makes confession, and I sit here alone and think about it, something I’ll never know, whose idea this was. Howie Good is not dark yet.
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Gil Hoy: “Englishmen”
Gil Hoy Englishmen Have you been to the Protestant cemetery in Rome and seen Keats’s cats— so many cats— skating on a watery grave, drinking the writ water, growing stronger? Gil Hoy writes poems in Boston, Massachusetts and neighboring environs, reads Elizabeth Bishop and John Keats, and tries cases before juries of his peers.
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Devon Balwit: “Pack”
Devon Balwit Pack In the night, my husband disappears from his usual spot in the bed, my groping hand finding him flipped around, arms hugging the dog at our feet, where I join him, both of us forsaking the lonely comfort of our pillows for the shared breath of the pack. Devon Balwit is a […]
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Mike Corrao: “Untitled No. 2”
Mike Corrao Untitled No. 2 Hamlet would be much better if they removed everyone else’s lines and just let the poor guy sort things out on his own. Mike Corrao is an artist who makes all sorts of things.
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Anuja Ghimire: “Echoes, the 11th hour”
Anuja Ghimire Echoes, the 11th hour The heart knows the reasons it repeats, but the veins keep carrying regret in a rhythm the loudest before sleep Anuja Ghimire never regrets poetry.
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