untitled poem by Sarah Breisch

“after this night of hard beating against the brightness of what I seek.”


Walking out this morning among falling leaves and limb-cutter fumes, by Sarah Breisch

“How like a dog snuffing for his bed”


White Magic, by Monika Cooper

“The wand made supple under Pharaoh’s stare”


Zucchini Cabaret, by Amos Johannes Hunt

“A flower crackled into sense”


Keats in Winter, by Joseph Prever

“A certain foolish thought that rose before him”


A Little Pride and Prejudice, by Irving Washington

 “I can read you like a book.”


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