Memoirs

by Suman Mondalits almost unfeasible to writeabout the memoirs of my pastsome fragments are pale and dimothers still rove inside my headnow if you ask me tell us somelike a meanderthese broken pieces ...

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Byssus (Sea Silk)

by Michael SmithOut on the crumbs of Sardinia in islands of ungraspable skill, lies the dying art of byssus still --Weaving garments out of hard clam spit, like writing reems with merely water -- Pose...

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Bar Quiz

by Paul BavisterWe formed a team for the quizthat played to our strengths:geography, politics and film. We called out to the quizmaster,who shuffled his papers under a slow-turning fan.Then he started...

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Inner City Blues

by Kirsty NivenIf we leave the windows open at night, we can hear the chaos of the city playing outlike the sea captured in a seashell. The wash of the cars on gushing roads, the serenading of un-spay...

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The Perfect Fit

by Malkeet KaurHad Alina scrolled to the end of the agreement, she might have paused at the phrase “lifetime strategic partnership,” puzzled by how it echoed a job offer more than a love story.But she...

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After the Sirens

by Malkeet KaurSirens flare, slicing the morning open,their wail flooding the city.Metal throats spill grief,red lights bleedingacross windows and skin.We watch how quickly life slips away,no warning,...

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Funnel

by Erin JamiesonI’ve always wondered what it would be like to be inside of a tornado.Unlike the minor earthquake here a few years ago, most of the time, you know a tornado is coming. You watch meteoro...

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Abandoned

by R.K. SinghWith divided heart mind and coloursdeluded and dumb millions still blindto politicians peeling their fleshlayer by layer like onion take pride in the knife that cuts them to coreget cooke...

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Two Poems by Kiki Adams

by Kiki AdamsThe Flood  The sleepy webbingdraped on us is Gothamjust past some forgottenGolden Age, when sun shone on alleys and dappledwarmth on children playing;just past seediness firstsprouted fro...

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raw yellow

by Anna Elsa Karikapaper crown atop a trash binyou notice, as you step out of the train- gleam in the eyes, fever rising, it’s been a long daypassing yellow painted lines, fadedfields and fields of po...

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Love Poem With Mile Markers

by Ace BoggessIn the art museum where you denied Renoir his simple beauty; in the Blenko glass factory where fires lit your eyes like devils; in the Carnegie where an awful, awe-inspiring T. rex loome...

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On Their Frontlines: The Lives of Japanese War Brides Vol. 1 Review

by Catalina Bonati4/5 stars ★★★★☆On Their Frontlines: The Lives of Japanese War Brides Vol. 1 (to be published August 2026) by Marina Lisa Komiya and translated to English by Diana Taylor is a Japanes...

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New Tattoos

by DS Maolalaiink leaksover ripplesand rib.the glistening dripof a stamenand organsfrom a black-mouthed tropicalplant. I wantto touch,but cannot;like a manat a hot-houseflower show.

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Stress in Plants: The Hidden Half Book Review

by Catalina BonatiStress in Plants: The Hidden Half (2023) edited by Rishikesh Upadhyay is a non-fiction anthology of shortened scientific papers or essays that revolve around biotic and abiotic stres...

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On Missing O'Keefe

by John ReppWe thought to train to Brooklyn, where dresses hovered in a cool gallery,           where hats & shoes, thick silver bracelets, pantaloons, bone necklaces& gobbets of turquoise rested perm...

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Artificial Elvis

by Kimberly MooreA cruel coincidence caused this moment in which Hunter stood between the bathroom door and his bedroom entrance, cornered by his stepfather, Cal. Hunter was moving toward the bathroom...

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The Red Shoes

by Richard Wellxtranslated by Richard WellxThe Women Las PerdidasLas OlvidadasLas DesaparecidasNo one is invisibleunless we make them soThe shoes have been leftfor the womenBut the night has passedand...

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Los zapatos rojos

por Richard WellxLas Mujeres Las PerdidasLas OlvidadasLas DesaparecidasNadie es invisiblea menos quelo hagamos asíLos zapatos han dejadopara las mujeresSolo hay polvoLa noche ha pasadoy nadie ha regre...

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Two Poems by Chris Corlew

by Chris CorlewGrilling in the City After the Kids' Bedtimedear moon smoke is right under your nosedo you smell fajitas? can neighborhoods have muscle memory? a stencil on the sidewalk: our neighborwa...

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Two Poems by Susan Haifleigh

by Susan HaifleighThe PianistWalking down cobbled streets daffodils blooming in tight circlets around trees with grated feet cutting knifelike through the city noise, it summoned mefaçade faces line t...

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Rearview

by Rajen GoyalOur station wagon sits in the driveway, its fresh maroon coat beaming in the sun. I race out from the house and hop into the wayback seat. Our mission: reach Disney World. I grab the sea...

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Leaving Childhood

by Jane SeafordIt was in the heat of Africa that Jennie was formed; she felt this as she watched the aeroplane that would take them away come lumbering to a stop, the whirr of its propellers slowing a...

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Pinch of Celery Salt

by Q.R. WilliamsThe hidden ingredient, a taste of home no matter how far you travel. Special forces standing guard on pantry and cupboard shelves alike.The boost of flavor nestled between the bun of a...

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Gallery

by Philip DavisonTwenty-five small childrenBox up in the giant service elevatorof the National GalleryEach with a presentation box of crayons(paper supplied when properly settled)They are here to see ...

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Thank You, My Best Friend

by Gionni Valentindeep within hidden from yourselflies culminations of experienceleading to and fromtaking on all your sensestrickling into everything you dofinding of somethinghidden withina multipur...

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Missing Don

by Ian InglisI was sitting at the breakfast table with a freshly brewed pot of coffee when I received the phone call telling me of Don’s death. He’d been in Uzbekistan for several days when the bus in...

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Reminiscence

by Renz Chester R. GumaruI sit with my memories.Who was I?Laughing without weight,Before time hardened me.Old classrooms, unfinished dreams.Shoes are too small now.Voices I once trusted,Echoing in qui...

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The First New York Adventure

by John GreyWe slept where we could,even on the underground.We woke up to diagrams of L trainsand the quickest route to the Cloisters.You were crumpled on my shoulder.Can a person be any more tired,Th...

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