Playing House

By Octavio Quintanilla My seven-year-old wife has dinner ready for me by the time I come home. I’m a year older than she is and we have two children, though we are not sure of how we got them. After dinner, and after the small talk, we send them off to bed. They wed their […]

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Crossing the Harbor Bridge

By Dylan Lopez IAgainst the foreign hour’s demands I am here with you; a transient tied, Truant of time. A steward to the innumerable imagined, the generations yet embarked. Just as you feel the searing touch of the sun emblazed, so I felt. Just as any of you have known the shimmering coastal reveries, so […]

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777

By Gloria Bueno May the aroma of the sage disinfect the negative energy––you claim lingers and haunts your sacred space Each circular sway is that in-itself a prayer to cleanse for the new Moving out the unholy grime that made way in the crevices of your home. How about manifesting a soul mate? New Year’s: […]

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Peace is Relative

By Dylan Lopez For many, peace is a broken rifle scatteredover the dried, blood-clot Field in Flanderswhere trench poppies bloom brass shellsand thick mud washes clean off the milk-whiteheadstones—graves twice-filled with those namelesswho cry peace at last, from their green hollows. Peace is winged victory and hoisted flags hung off the bow of a battleship’s […]

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Our Trespasses

By Alan Berecka Ken Hada’s place sits squarely in the middle of nowhere, so he wonders how it is an older couple knew to climb his fence and find the tree and its dark orange fruit. He writes the question into a poem, one of my favorites, and leaves the reader without an answer. Today […]

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Door Signs

By Margaret Rozga No shirt, no shoes, no service Please close door securely Emergency Exit Authorized Personnel Only Do Not Disturb Do Not Enter Closed Until Further Notice Closed Exit No firearms allowed Enter Open Pull Key available at service desk Women Men Push Men/Women/Family Welcome Wisconsin Poet Laureate Dr. Margaret Rozga creates poetry from […]

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A Working Manifesto

By Alan Berecka To you, O sycophants and brownnosers, you know-it-all kibitzers, you goody-two-shoed darlings of our supervisors, you puritanical drones shackled by guilt to your self-flagellating ethos, and all you other irritants who have chaffed me raw in every workplace I have inhabited, I say to you, nay I plead with you, Relax! And […]

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