Three Poems

Zachary Wieder

There Lived a Red-Haired Man
There lived a red-haired man
Who had no eyes or ears.

Four Poems

Rachel Heise Bolten

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

His Ink and Pad's Quiet Might.

Pulane Mpotokwane

Always a little better than he pretends
And a little worse than he wishes, my friend,
Saying words that should be written down,
Displaying a smile that is often a frown.

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Pulane Mpotokwane

As soon as the words strolled
Across the doctor’s lips,
She realized the cold waste -

Two Hundred and Six Bones

Pulane Mpotokwane

When Nelson dies,
All two hundred and six
Of my broken bones
Will ache for you.

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Conor Gannon

Bright Star starring John Keats
John Keats rests his head as angular
as two racially white blades of hay.

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Conor Gannon

Life Story starring Jeff Goldblum
The mystery has a name, Jeff Goldblum.

Northward

Eliza MacFarlane

y November you already thought of returning,
rubbing Vaseline into your palms and the crevices
of your cracked heels. No napalm rained down in a foreign land,
no birth dates streamed across the screen to push our brothers into war.

The Stone House

Ben Knudsen

There’s a house
a half an hour south
of town,
built of stones
my father hauled
from down the road
in his old Ford
Fairlane. He built it for
my mother when she asked.

If Poems Were Children

Margaret Sullivan

The Great Drying-Up is coming.
I can feel it in
the way I’m beginning...

With Piano

Conor Gannon

It's the little things you remember when you die.
The children. The moments. Your face after
achieving multiple simultaneous orgasms. The orgasms.
The presidential campaigns, the incipient volcano
underlying the western half of the continental U.S.
It's the little things that make you wonder.

Moon Shot

Conor Gannon

People change. People estrange. The wear and tear on the asbestos flange
took my grandfather at seventy-five. My grandmother is alive,
and turning eighty. The moon landing is forty. I am twenty. Ten, five.

(A Poem)

Stephen Tyler

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