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Free poetry submissions — and we’re always open!
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Competition Winners
Anton in Summer – Natalie Susak
In class I learn the word for summer: ljeto.
This summer: ljetos.
This summer figs fall from trees
at the beach where we swim with your cousins.
Anton is wrestling the Hungarian vizsla
unleashed in clear waters.
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Aunty Nor – Farrah Lucia Jamaluddin
“If you are not a little bad from time to time
how can you learn to be a little good?”
my aunt would tell me as I soaked her
robe with my tears. I can’t remember what
I had done, but the guilt was heartbreaking.
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A Wake – Keri Withington
I took the lake road home from the neurologist’s office.
It’s pretty
and I can’t
deal with traffic
right now.
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Quarterly Issues
Featured Poems
Deep August – Jen Colclough
The sun is also a mouth,
gaping
in the face
of all the light
it cannot bear.
Learn to hear
the nightly cricket hum as a
hymnal…
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The Moon, Reversed – Noah Mullinax
“before and after is just another false binary”
- Jenny Xie
When I think about death I imagine
birds flying straight into the Earth.
I think about you singing Big Thief,
buttermilk, the silvery glance at Divisoria
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Florida Man – Jessica Wills
On March 15th, he decided,
sobriety was an unnecessary bore
and backflipped off
the neighbor’s roof crashing
through the glass skin of the
pool, black and mist under
the full moon.
The reliable ambulance screamed jettisoning him back to the hospital
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Crows – Ali Nicolette
Sometimes you made me feel like the crows
Tipping wing over tip in the wild Santa Ana winds
Dancing together
Black and dark and shining in the weak November sun
And sometimes you made me feel like the crows
Picking over scraps spilled on the asphalt
Writing poetry is a completely different experience for me than writing a novel…