Ars Poetica
by Ben Nardolilli
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Read MoreTo Sleep at Night by Dana Masden There is a flash of lightening in front of the car that illuminates the muddy road like…
Read Moreby Ben Parker Just once, in shame, he refuses; his turning snags her words on air. Rock-blue, her pupils bloom. From his dust…
Read MoreI. A dove into a mirror; A crow into a tree. II. There is a word missing. —A.R. Chase Archer Rose Chase…
Read MoreBy John Wesick “You want something, Mr. Terry?†The braless Indian girl moved closer to the table, and the corner lifted the hemline…
Read Moredoctors pure as angels, white as chefs peruse menus on clipboards, their exhaustion mouthed in metric from a graveyard shift cuisine measuring…
Read MoreBy Milo James Fowler
Read MoreArizona was a dry attic we broke into. You told me how we entered in a window splitting under the weight of sunlight, how…
Read MoreSeptember 1st, 1939Â If those who do not know history are doomed to repeat themselves, we are in a tornado. Turning vicious cycles. The…
Read MoreMy apartment I’ve written so many poems about my little apartment, what’s one more? This poem is about the lady two floors up, who…
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