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Two Poems by Genevieve Creedon

Mason Jars They’re hip these days, retro in an age of plastic, pre-packaged crap that leaks…

Jake Skeets is a Diné poet, holds a degree from the IAIA, and his debut collection …

A Stranger, a Stray, a Wanderer …

seven or eight, dad counted pink baby possums eyes moist closed had to inspect when mother…

JW Burns shares ‘Fishing’, ‘Home’, and ‘Invitation’.

The Star That Slept The sun had lost its heat; And knelt at the cold well…

Thumb can’t reach. The fork and spoon just won’t fit through the bottle’s narrow neck. I…

“There’s a certain callous humor we need to practice medicine. It keeps us doing what we…

My mother died on her birthday 40 years ago. She died in Israel. I light the…

Grackle me those slick-spots. Trash take the squawking …