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by Marsha Owens Image adapted from Scott Brundage Illustration . Who are you? roared the Cyclops. I’m terrified , I whispered back. And wel...

by Kristina England Any fruit can hide the fierceness of its rinds. We should never believe the weapon invincible. Record low temperatures t...

by Carolyn Gregory He digs his own grave, throwing in the bones of other dead men first— a femur and skull from a couple of immigrants climb...

by Thomas R. Smith Late afternoon sun on snow. Intense flare concentrated in the west, skimming cold shadows pooling below the dam. On the p...

by Alan Catlin Does it matter? Now, here, today That they were grunts in Vietnam, her father, uncles, cousins and that she the niece, daught...

by Carol Alexander The dreams unspool like newsreel in the night. They patrol great rifts with somnambulist grace, afraid to wake. Winds sna...

by Salvador Díaz Mirón  from his 1901 collection Lascas [ Stone Chippings ];  translation by Julie Steiner Iraqi children giggle at the bod...

by Marc Swan https://www.womensmarch.com In a short hop against convention, my wife and I were married on a Friday the 13th. Today a road tr...

by Pamela Wynn Seed Corn Must Not Be Ground : A mother protecting her children, lithograph by Käthe Kollwitz, 1942. Image source: Spartacus ...

by Laura Rodley For you, my grandchildren, I am saving pine needles in the forest. For you, my grandchildren I am hanging up my clothes, sav...