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CHILDREN 1957 Cousins, boy-girl, boy-girl, boy-girl, boy, lined up on the couch and kicking…

The little boy upon leaving the library said, “I only said thank you because…

Pit bull charges at me only to be yanked back by its chain. These, our…

Black dog this morning, growling, hackles erect. I whispered to it as it pounded its…

It's five o'clock on a Monday at the end of March. A girl with a…

It is getting dark and in the north are woods where I used to take…

THE IOWA POETRY ASSOCIATION'S71st Annual Contest General Rules For All Divisions Note: FAILURE TO OBSERVE…

Glass Lyre Press announces the release of "The Philosopher Savant " by Rustin Larson! Glass…

Today the woman sitting near the cafe window did a bouncy thing with her eyebrows…

I will not say who stole rocks from each state she visited, only to place…

Poet William Kemmett was raised in Boston, Massachusetts. His poems have appeared in numerous poetry…

The windows darken, a few scholars lean forward, their chins in their palms. Someone shifts…

I invoke the gods of randomness: a pile of blue, red, and yellow rubberbands; a…

I will not scream, “Tuna!” My mind walks north into the sticks. My planet is…

The work crew arrived and disassembled the Christmas scenes on the town square, packing up…