40 | Kathryn Gahl
The day after I visit my daughter in prison I think of how she is…
Poetry
Beginnings | Keith Mark Gaboury
Can I travel back to the womb,
back to the female zygote
of my conception
when…
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Whatever Gets You Through the Night | Sally Lipton Derringer
What words do you need when you’re trying not to drop the house on your back, your shoulders bruised, a hard rain falling? Neil Young was on…
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SALT: A Homecoming | Susan Maeder
It was Penelope’s job to wait. And weave. Or so we think…
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The Wolf in Me | Ginny Lowe Connors
This madness.
This wolf that won’t let go
won’t absolve me or…
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Doldrums Near the End of Empire | Mary Makofske
Let’s say you have been paying attention, and you are outraged…might you still revel in an unseasonably warm autumn afternoon? For anyone informed enough to panic, but romantic enough to appreciate this beautiful world while we still can, this poem is for you. –NMW
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Shorn | Katie Bickham
Equal parts ode and lament, this poem explores the power of women’s hair, its ubiquitous influence on art and society, and the awe, fear, and possessiveness it too often inspires in others. An evocative and compelling work. –NMW
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Bougainvillea | Kerry Tepperman Campbell
Our Editor Emeritus, Don Williams, was moved nearly to tears the first time he read this fine poem. Its lines evoke the lushness and possibility of youth and remind the reader that eventually the garden within each of us must return to the earth. –NMW
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Love Poem for Carl Sagan | Robin Myers
One of the best poems I’ve read in my life. The music, the scope… Brilliant! —G.A.
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Father | Rosa Lane
Her vivid imagining of her father returned from death as a hummingbird, hovering above his daughters. –NMW
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