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“Prowl for Luck” by Jeff Schiff

Sure flight’s temping And it’d be tough to find a soul who would not slough it…
“Late Summer Mountain After the Rain” by Danielle Hanson

The steam from the coffee cup replacesmorning fog entangled in the porch wisteria,blooming and falling. Bird…
“On Zumba” by Meg Petersen

My Zumba instructor is excited because Halloween falls on one of our class days, and even…
“Extra Buttons, or, Coming Across” by James B. Nicola

Extra Buttons, or, Coming Across Today, purging a bit, I’ve come across the cherry commode that…
“My Worries Are a Toddler and I’m a Young Mother Crouching in a Bathtub” by Christine Naprava

My Worries Are a Toddler and I’m a Young Mother Crouching in a Bathtub My worries,…
“there is no love only proof of love” by Nadia Arioli

there is no love only proof of love bob ross is who / i would like…
“Jet Brown” by Jeremy Szuder

Jet Brown Let us take the subtle and at the same time mammoth curvatures of earth.…
“I don’t know who I’ve become” by Soleil Garneau

I don’t know who I’ve become I’ve been scattered over all the places I’ve been like…
“cold moon” by Kathleen Hellen

cold moon Crossing the meridian, the moon so far away you think about the mother in…
“Moth to the Flame” by John Moody

Moth to the Flame I’m whirling my wings, of wrinkling papyrus, seeking moth light. They fray…