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Conservation of Energy
by Lorrie Ness A bare bulb spraysthe root cellar’s bulging walls,so infernally bright that I squintagainst its glare, then squint againat its dimness. Where does the light go,in the space of eight-foot square?It’s the math mama used to picklesummer into jars. Three monthscondensed to quarts.This is the only placewhere time is measured in volume,where months… Continue reading
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Two Poems by Mary Buchinger
[when birds]when birds sing I feel it inside and am changed their chirr and twee the manic insistence of my branch! my tree! the lightful song of a pale-blossom wren enters my innermost cavity & my neighbor’s windchimes too a belling song feathered-metal clang that churches inside me touches old hymns and passages I once… Continue reading
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Hot Water
by R. A. Allen Today is much hotter than yesterday.And when I slosh in on the sandbankthe sea foam swirling around my anklesreminds me of cappuccino froth.The bay’s water molecules are in a riot of thermal expansion, they jostle away from each other like irritable speed freaks,causing a lift in the sea level, causing me… Continue reading
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Lush Life
by Mervyn Seivwright Sometimes I need a sad song Coltrane serenading the parts of me whored out as each of us have Layers loosened enough in clothes to cut skin from an Uptown Chicago wind whipping corners I hear a hiss my breath these days withers Golden hour morning on Dutch coast coasting waves whistling… Continue reading
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Palmetto Station
by David Colodney David Colodney is a poet living in Boynton Beach, Florida. He is the author of Gen X Redux, forthcoming in 2026 from Main Street Rag Publishing, and the chapbook Mimeograph (Finishing Line Press, 2020). A Best of the Net and four-time Pushcart nominee, his work has appeared in multiple journals. David currently… Continue reading
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Amateur Hours
by Jeffrey Thompson How can I finish anything when my first instinct is always wrongand my second instinct is to trustmy first instinct? All the wordsstand up straight and blamelesson their shelves but soon I can’t place them anymore.They are the spines of books I don’t remember readingor someone else’s family photos.They are an empty… Continue reading
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i drive home from work—
by Elizabeth D. Jennings the sun sags lower in my windshield than it did last week. i can’t blame her; the weight of it all, it makes a girl tired. i think i’ll nap when i get home, curl like a cat on top of the covers, curtains open so the pink-strained evening can get… Continue reading
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airport at the end of the year
by Marcy Rae Henry we drive softly, before light begins, rain, fog—time everywhere but hard to see. we’re quieter than when you arrived, already redefining our space.after i miss the exit, we make a loopadding ten minutes to the journey.people say i love you for little wisps and twingesbut i don’t tell you about my… Continue reading
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Birdwatching
by Katherine Garrison These birds are always raising the stakes.When I go out, I want to see a shrike,but instead, I am surprised by a hawfinchwhich are rare to see here, as in red listed,and I think that’s probably a good reasonto not raze through the forest in front of melike swifts razor through clouds… Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 