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Greek & Roman Mythology

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  • Poem
    By Mona Arshi
    I haven’t killed a single thing in
    Months and hand on heart
    It’s getting tiresome.
    I take soft steps in…
  • Poem

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    By Mona Arshi
    When I was thirteen and dumb as bark and
    married to a king and looked into mirrors
    my mouth unwatchable…
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    By Mona Arshi
  • Poem

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    By Dan Beachy-Quick
    I created more loss where I meant to make less.
    Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
    Created…
  • Audio
    By Dan Beachy-Quick
  • Poem
    By Bhion Achimba
    When Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
              of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the …
  • Poem
    By Peter O’Leary
    Blood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
    glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless
    differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters'
    blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon
    uttering:...
  • Poem
    By Maggie Queeney
    laurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown           heifer          bank of marsh reeds,
    handful lashed into pipes, …
  • Poem
    By Xiao Yue Shan
    there is no room left for disbelief, we have unsang
    the songs. have stripped stones of magic. we gave…
  • Poem
    By Corey Van Landingham
    was, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not-yet-claimed, not-yet weeping. And aren’t they often weeping? The mother, tearing her hair out, running toward the battle lines, filling heaven...
  • Poem
    By H.D.
    He and I sought together,
    over the spattered table,
    rhymes and flowers,
    gifts for a name.

    He said, among others,
    I will bring
    (and the phrase was just and good,
    but not as good as mine,)
    "the narcissus that loves the rain."

    We strove for a name,
    while the light of...
  • Poem
    By H.D.
    Over and back,
    the long waves crawl
    and track the sand with foam;
    night darkens and the sea
    takes on that desperate tone
    of dark that wives put on
    when all their love is done.

    Over and back,
    the tangled thread falls slack,
    over and up and on;
    over and...
  • Poem
    By H.D.
    I know not what to do—
    My mind is reft.
    Is song's gift best?
    Is love's gift loveliest?
    I know not what to do,
    Now sleep has pressed
    Weight on your eyelids.

    Shall I break your rest,
    Devouring, eager?
    Is love's gift best?—
    Nay, song's the loveliest.
    Yet, were you lost,
    What...
  • Poem
    By Aria Aber
    Over Skype, I try to document my mother’s
    bald-shaved youth—she has a surplus in truths,
    and science has proven what it had to prove:
    every helicopter-screech I dreamed of was my mother’s first.
    Rippling my dumb hand, I wake up in childhood’s crypt,
    where prayer...
  • Poem
    By Shanta Lee
                                                                Hunger like her mama
                                                                Most strong in White gaze as in
                                                                a Cowbird’s flirtation
                                                                Sprouted in eyes to tongues
                                                                to bellies pregnant with stolen milk
                                                                to restless hands
                                                                These fingernails filled with Black body,
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