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    Black-Necked Stilt

    Because I did not know the bird / I looked at, I memorized its features— // the stately black neck; the thin / black beak and long rose-pink legs;


    By Robert CordingMay 2025
    Poetry

    Goodbye Note

    Someone hung wind chimes in our cemetery / and a wren house / and mirrored mylar pinwheels.


    By Jarod K. AndersonMay 2025
    Poetry

    Shift

    An elderly man prepares broccoli with slivered almonds and lemon juice, his hands shaky. An elderly woman snores and dreams in her cane rocker, Brahms crescendoing on the radio, Wheel of Fortune muted on the television.

    By Leath ToninoApril 2025
    Poetry

    My Favorite Bird

    I prefer the fence-colored bird / who has no song, / or none that he shares with me. // Each day at dusk he stops by to scold me. / Quietly, with a stiff hop. / He seems to know I’ve wasted the day.


    By Stephen KnauthApril 2025
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    The Loneliest Monk Listens

    The first step is to imagine. / No, before that: breathe. Breathe, and know / breath. That’s where it begins.

    By Richard ChessApril 2025
    The Loneliest Monk Listens
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    Regards

    A big bumbling bee / hovers like a chopper near your head / and you were going to swat him / but instead you laugh and wave / like a nut because you’re not / at your job and at times / it can be nice to be regarded.

    By Jeff TigchelaarMarch 2025
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    Snowdrops

    Dad was happiest in early spring, / when the lake thawed and the fish stirred. / When bluegills rose to snowflakes. / When the whole world got hungry.

    By Andrea L. FryMarch 2025
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    Like Love Is A Heart

    I hate it / when they do that. Like I’m easy / to love. Like love is a heart / he can sit behind / the wheel of, drive / through town, windows / down, dog and girl along / for the ride, as if he’ll never / ever change his mind.

    By Laura DidykMarch 2025
    Like Love Is A Heart
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    Classroom Hatch

    I try to feed the chicks mealworms from my hands, / crouching there sometimes for hours. // I can’t remember how / to make them believe in kindness.

    By Chera HammonsFebruary 2025
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    Wild

    I was a sleepwalker through most of those days. A passenger in / my own life. I couldn’t look / to my family and see myself reflected there. I was / born to no one. I was wild.

    By Didi JacksonFebruary 2025
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