A Song For My Father
By Jordan Hartt
firelights of the burning mosque the Christians in their green t-shirts eyes and foreheads flickering with light brown bandannas green bandannas the smell of oil and
A Song For My Father
By Jordan Hartt
firelights of the burning mosque the Christians in their green t-shirts eyes and foreheads flickering with light brown bandannas green bandannas the smell of oil and
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Day 697 Locked Up
By Rafael F.J. Alvarado
Ex-cellmate
Fighting with new cellmate
Saw it coming
–don’t care
some have
a lot coming
they don’t realize
who they are
even after
people tell them
Boats
By Farah Ghafoor
“migrants” of / waterlogged toes and / fingerprints rubbed off of illegible papers. / everybody scrambling / scrambling / for the dead boy in the water / to build walls once again. / the cameramen … Continue reading→
A Ghost in the Apple Orchard
For Robert Frost
By Bill Gleed
Honey bees from a wild hive
Have come and gone on their way —
But the White-tailed hornets hide
in the branches
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Conversation
By Laura Lee Washburn
It’s just money
It’s just legislation
It’s just sexism, just bullying
just knowing scapegoating.
Show me the damn sheep,
bouncing lamb, the peacock
announcing heaven.
The refuge of art
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