by M. Jay Kardon
“How do I tell you…/ I read poems in a/ patch house, Vesta 6,/ poems that celebrate/nature read in a house”
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by Lisa Pickett
“There they go marching down Ingram Avenue dressed as little monsters and witches in the annual Halloween Parade. Prancing back on over to Resurrection Sunday hunting for those Ingram Park golden Easter eggs.”
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by Evan Gray
tilling the garden we lifted the hands of a fawn
half-dead & cut to be
composted in nature rock is stricken with roots…
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by Roosha Mandal
“Alphabet, alphabet, alphabet soup:/ the clear, viscous drizzle singes my taste buds/ and my tongue yearns for/ clove, cardamom, and a country of colorful saris.”
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by Matthew Ussia
“Whenever I see a crossing guard’s bright yellow raincoat,/ I think of St. John Minadeo—”
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by Seth Parente
Sunflower seeds sit salty against my cheek
Teeth cracking the shells
Warm and sharp
Broken pieces on my tongue
A burnt taste of nostalgia
by Trevor Moffa
Pockmarks in the Pittsburgh dark
Midnight oil burning portals open
Like potholes in the empty streets
Peopled apartments, blocks of offices
Being cleaned for morning, light
Left on in a hurry
…
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