Andy Fogle I used to drink so much so often and now my daughter teaches me to sew. Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York, a poet studying education, and a musician teaching English.
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Poems
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deb y felio “Could You Spare Little”
deb y felio Could You Spare Little There is a shortage of change, because no one is sharing and everyone is keeping it for themselves, when even a little would help, and people are marching in the streets demanding change for everyone for fear that soon there will be none for anyone and no one […]
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J. R. Solonche “Poem Beginning with a Line by Emily Dickinson”
J. R. Solonche Poem Beginning with a Line by Emily Dickinson I tried to think a lonelier thing (and failed) than being alone with yourself while trying to sing through the blood and the bone. JR Solonche is the author of nineteen books of poetry.
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Hilary Sideris “The Training”
Hilary Sideris The Training We rated ourselves on a scale of one to five on how often we asked for the person in charge, found flesh-colored blemish cover that matched ours, how often we waited in long lines, called the cops or had them called on us, then stood against the window- less room’s walls […]
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Neil Kennedy “Cicadas”
Neil Kennedy Cicadas No one is listening to the cicadas sing hymns which rattle from the branches, amen. Neil Kennedy is a poet and librarian.
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Lara Dolphin “Blind Willie Johnson…”
Lara Dolphin Blind Willie Johnson, sleeping on the cold ground, sick in your burnt down house, your golden song slides into dark night sky. Lara Dolphin is a recovering attorney, novice nurse, and full-time mother of four amazing kids. She is exhausted and elated most of the time.
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Francesca Preston “BBQ Man”
Francesca Preston BBQ Man If he was not born ambidextrous he is now. Francesca Preston makes ink from acorn caps and burnt horsetail, travels in her mind, and photographs ghosts.
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H. Edgar Hix “On Hearing of the Death of an Estranged Friend”
H. Edgar Hix On Hearing of the Death of an Estranged Friend for Chuck Now that campsite will never be found again, never be filled with the dance of talking flames; will remain, but only as a darkness under too many stars no longer waiting for the not-coming dawn. H. Edgar Hix is in grieving, […]
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