Amanda Adrienne Smith It’s the Forgotten Voice It’s clearing the energy around your throat so all the stars can escape like glitter. Amanda Adrienne Smith collects feathers and hopes to one day fly.
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Poems
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Jim Murdoch “Primal”
Jim Murdoch Primal I screamed at the universe never thinking it might scream back. Jim Murdoch’s been writing poetry for fifty years for which he blames Larkin, who probably blamed Hardy.
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Fern Golden “Q’eylish”
Fern Golden Q’eylish Willow –q’eylish– reclaims the tracks, yet they keep on passing: ghost trains through my heart. Fern Golden (they/them) is an neurodivergent Dena’ina Athabaskan poet from Alaska, who writes about culture, language, ecology, belonging, and wellbeing.
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Ken Craft “Jellybeans”
Ken Craft Jellybeans Each Easter, the same three gifts: a carton of Whoppers malted milk balls, a cellophane package of Peeps, and a bag of jellybeans, most of which, once out of the bag, Gram herself eats – except for the licorice ones, which remain in Easter basket grass like black scat. Ken Craft, a […]
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Ian Willey “Replay”
Ian Willey Replay Every day my son watches a video showing highlights of the final game of the 2006 World Cup, in which Zinedine Zidane from France head- butts the Italian player in the chest resulting in a red card and a flat ending to a champagne career though maybe this time will be different, […]
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Ian Willey “Double Feature”
Ian Willey Double Feature We were watching a Julia Roberts movie, a long one where the guy dies at the end, and when we left the theater there was my car alone at the end of the parking lot, lights blazing like the eyes of an animal on the edge of the woods and of […]
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Juan Pablo Mobili “What I Think I’ll Miss the Most”
Juan Pablo Mobili What I Think I’ll Miss the Most I think I will miss the most the sounds we don’t remember, the carafe stumbling to dock back on the coffee maker, the hand brushing the crumbs off the dinner table, that thought that rushes forth before I gasp. Juan Pablo Mobili is a […]
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Mikki Aronoff “Hospice Trick”
Mikki Aronoff Hospice Trick You hoodwinked us as you rode away with the dawn while we looked at each other, our heads so heavy in the waiting, its tenseness on the neck, that we seized on events so common, so trivial and true, that we were laughing as you slipped elsewhere, unnanounced, to free fall, […]
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