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Writers receive them blank, unlined, like snow that dares us to mar its pristine surface. They suggest we dash our poems off in the white heat of inspiration instead of hacking them out in fits and starts with cross-outs,...

THE LEAVES THAT REFUSED TO LEAVE BY LIA NIZEN There is something conflicting about the season of Autumn. The way the leaves fall away from their mother tree, gracefully trusting the wind to take them where they need to go. It’s...

He soared ever higher on his homemade wings easy gliding over the Mediterranean giddy as only a teenager can be elated to have escaped the dust of Crete the airless prison of the labyrinth and the spiteful wrath of old King...

She hums to herself as she dips her paintbrush blue, coloring the wolf the color of sky so he isn’t as scary. Not about to open his jaws and grab a little girl wearing a red sweater, like the one she’s wearing right now. She...

To be crossing Webster on Sunday at 11:27, swinging a Wilson tennis racquet thinking of the tournament his new topspin serve at the exact second a woman, distracted, texting, worried about her heroin daughter who didn’t come...

disperse this light of day mundane so common place dress cool breeze fashion prance through neon night call entry ways go glo violet orange foot pound swaying floors body shake hours long sweat the skin hoarse the voice dream...

clouds color shadow shades grays make black thunder heads white lightning sounds quake destiny departs left over moon bloom to blue clear skies vision in motion Richard Eric Johnson has authored four full-length poetry...

Don’t erect foundation atop shifting sands which devour dreams so you no longer hear your own heart seismic insecurities and other sorrows Find a spot of safety Let boundaries be your friends Security is freedom Eschew sink...

1 Awake in a crib, her right leg aches though she doesn’t yet know right from left. Pain appears after a day of outside play, so her calf begs for Daddy’s massage. Instead, the tot stifles tears with a pillow, for she can’t make...

In the midst of a heat wave, I left my front door open all through last night. Not intentionally. I forgot to close it like I sometimes forget to take pills, what a friend said, turn something on, off. Perhaps it’s just...

that I cut you down with a knife borrowed from the cafeteria on a dark December night because, being Jewish, I never had a Christmas tree, so I went behind the dorm and sawed your slender trunk before you were able to give shade...