An Ode to Crying by Taylor Franson-Thiel

And it came to pass that he said to the woman let there be light, water, blood and a backbone. Watch how it bends, watch how it caves in, watch how the womanโ€™s body trembles. Look at all the ways Iโ€ฆ

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Remedy by Amy Newday

Sliced garlic under tongue for fever. Red pepper poultice on foot-soles for fear. Insomnia? Make soup from last yearโ€™s black swallowtail wings in an empty milkweed pod. Bind raw onions to chest if โ€ฆ

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What Has Failed to Become of Us by Joni Wallace

And yes, Iโ€™ve seen the heart unravel like a spool after years of tedious spinning, not to mention care of the sheepyard with its sloe-eyed visitors. One day the dye is slightly off, a vat of ruinedโ€ฆ

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#haiku by Anne Fox (IG: @annefox333 ) of Broomes Island, Maryland. USA. Accompanying image, courtesy of FreshOut Magazine and Google Gemini AI #poetry #road #poetrylovers #micropoetry #dirt #country #poetrycommunity #maryland
How High, How Wide by Joseph (Joe) Sylvester Wallace

My prison window is not large, Five inches high, six inches wide, Perhaps seven. Yet it is large enough to show The whole unfettered to and fro Of heaven. How high, how wide is heaven? Five inches โ€ฆ

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