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Sun Theater Sonnets (stanzas 5-7)

Published in Issue 64.3: Summer 2025 You can purchase our Summer issue here A field misting the pond, a bent countrymade of silver decorating your neckas we picnicked in Annecy’s foothills.We were blindsided by your beauty mark,not your green breath that colonized longing.Behind you: the Alps, inert, misalignedas nightingales, misdirected as sun.When we parted, I tucked […]

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Published in Issue 64.3: Summer 2025 You can purchase our Summer issue here A field misting the pond, a bent countrymade of silver decorating your neckas we picnicked in Annecy’s foothills.We were blindsided by your beauty mark,not your green breath that colonized longing.Behind you: the Alps, inert, misalignedas nightingales, misdirected as sun.When we parted, I tucked

War is Always Silent Until It’s Done

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here Out of the rubble of one war crawls out another.—Warsan Shire They didn’t know then,but when they leftthey packed the warwith themthrown into suitcases,nestled between cardamom and cinnamon,wrapped in shawls like china teacups. Some left their suitcases unpacked.Didn’t know what waswaiting for them.For

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here Out of the rubble of one war crawls out another.—Warsan Shire They didn’t know then,but when they leftthey packed the warwith themthrown into suitcases,nestled between cardamom and cinnamon,wrapped in shawls like china teacups. Some left their suitcases unpacked.Didn’t know what waswaiting for them.For

Foreshadow Work

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here So much of what I’ve learned in therapy I first learned in poetry.They call me a “Dreamer”, but really I’m an insomniacwith night terrors, kept awake by fears of being abandonedby the Dept. of Homeland Security. There were no secure attachmentsI could form

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here So much of what I’ve learned in therapy I first learned in poetry.They call me a “Dreamer”, but really I’m an insomniacwith night terrors, kept awake by fears of being abandonedby the Dept. of Homeland Security. There were no secure attachmentsI could form

It’s Safe to Say

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here what’s inside me is mostly micro–plastics, aggressions, little aperturesinto memories that lock me wordlesswithin my body. I live closer to bonethan flesh when I am in the world,the cliff of my jaw set to defend,unclench only as the bus lurchesup the street to

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here what’s inside me is mostly micro–plastics, aggressions, little aperturesinto memories that lock me wordlesswithin my body. I live closer to bonethan flesh when I am in the world,the cliff of my jaw set to defend,unclench only as the bus lurchesup the street to

Marla and Ben, and Anansi and Tiger

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here Why We Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Renée Flory on why she recommended “Marla and Ben, and Anansi and Tiger” for the Spring 2025 issue.  The opening line of Subraj Singh’s “Marla and Ben, and Anansi and Tiger” is breathless, vivid, and wildly compelling: “Before

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here Why We Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Renée Flory on why she recommended “Marla and Ben, and Anansi and Tiger” for the Spring 2025 issue.  The opening line of Subraj Singh’s “Marla and Ben, and Anansi and Tiger” is breathless, vivid, and wildly compelling: “Before

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