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Youth

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  • Poem
    By Li Bai
    Translated By Keith Holyoak
    Back when my hair barely covered my forehead
    I was picking flowers in front of the gate.
    You rode over…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineThe Closet Weeper

    By Mitchell Glazier
    Stiletto melon collies, a tinsel mystic streaks our homeplace.

    Lantern flies triple from the sleeping…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineWork Ethic

    By Heidi Williamson
    You’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineWoof, This Heat

    By Kate Partridge
    The dentist is now the same
    age as me, which is troubling,
    mostly because of what I
    have and have not done…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazinePhysical Education

    By Joshua Bennett
    For the sake of argument, let’s say
    the day my father outlawed all contact
    between backhand and face, …
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineCherry

    By Yi Li
    I love cherries.
    The fruit, juice, jam,
    blossoms, prints on a summer
    dress, in a black forest cake…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineme llamo viento

    By ire’ne lara silva
    they announce us      Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
    my girl does not cower           does not wave or smile…
  • Poem
    By Sarah Carson
    The first gun we knew came in a toolbox for the apocalypse: hammer, barrel, crushed can, pack of Newports…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineWhere’s My Moon?

    By Carole Boston Weatherford
    Gazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn
    A child wonders, Where’s my moon?

    Child cries a river like a monsoon…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineWhere the Sky Is

    By Anya Johnson
    After the storm, Zach and the girls sprawled on the dock,
    legs disappeared in the lake. They were arguing…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineTwo Bills

    By Phil Kaye
    and yes it does beg
    the question why
    a nine-year-old needs
    two twenty-dollar bills still
    sticky and …
  • Poem
    By Tamsin Moore
    Long, empty roads stretching as long as the gas tank is willing—
    Sixty-seven dollars left from last …
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineTangled Braids

    By Abriella Guertin
      twin   plaits down my freckled back shining in         suburban sunlight. my  mother’s hands     made…
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