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Heartache & Loss

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  • Poem

    poetry-magazineThe Story I Tell

    By Aaron Shurin
    The gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of  bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineDeparture

    By Zhang Xian
    Translated By Shangyang Fang
    to the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
     After tonight, what’s left of you is you

    moving into my dream. Outside…
  • Poem
    By Zhang Xian
    相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
    怨歌留待醉时听,远⽬不堪空际送。

    今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
    ⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情,江⽔不深⼭不重。
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineOrfeo

    By Dan Beachy-Quick
    I created more loss where I meant to make less.
    Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
    Created…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineEnding Song

    By Paisley Rekdal
    You’d never call the branches
    arms, though in certain
    lights don’t pine and man
    look like hands

    conjoined…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineTrucking

    By Sasha Pearl
    I’m in Shartlesville
    Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
    I took the contract because the devil…
  • Audio
    By Xian ZhangTr. by Shangyang Fang 
  • Audio
    By Dan Beachy-Quick
  • Poem
    By Magda Portal
    Translated By Kathleen Weaver
    Today everything
    in this smoky love
    seems false to me
    from the two glazed pools of your eyes
          where…
  • Poem
    By Countee Cullen
    If love be staunch, call mountains brittle
    Love is a thing will live
    So long, my dear,––oh, just the little
    While water stays in a sieve.

    Yea, love is deathless as the day
    Whose death the stars reveal;
    And love is loyal all the way,
    If treachery...
  • Poem
    By Richard Siken
    There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.
          I touch myself, I dream.
    Wearing your clothes…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazinePentimento

    By Mag Gabbert
    The effect—for those three hundred years, while the cupid remained hidden—was a kind of silence.

    Like…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineCase Study

    By Christian J. Collier
    We were ravaged             by our loss,                       our child.

                    In the shower,                    slightly past midnight,

    after I’d covered the …
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