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IF JANUARIANS WHO DREAM OF JUNE by James Penha
If Januarians who dream of June awake on Ides with centrophobic stress, while scientists see over Saturn’s moon a future compulsively to obsess, then surely some contemporary snake has made the apple...
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Bathing by Susanna Lang
Every morning now you draw the washcloth down my arm, careful not to rub too hard—the scar is still a little sore. You lift my breasts to wash beneath, and turn me round as if some music played and not...
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Landing Phase by Don Maker
(dedicated to Space Shuttle Enterprise) From out of the endless void we fell at over Mach twenty-five; with an L to D of four-to-one, our descent was more of a dive. But the stick was dead and the hull...
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Quatrina by Neil Fulwood
A half halved. A quarter moon. The Sign of Four. Two slices across the pie chart. I’m sorry; let me start again. I’m talking about dividing or multiplying by four, the answer or image you get by...
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A Classification of Poets by Roy Beckemeyer
All those poets, with their delicate faces, the rote way I relegate their taut verses : Alluvial traces, Marsupial purses, Tightly coiled cases. Their animal hands, their angelic minds, the various...
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Leaving Garden Court by Ira Schaeffer
It was spring, when tulips show their pretty colors and robins make nests for small blue eggs. I was ten, feeling cozy on the sofa, leafing through Mad, when comic book violence came alive. Driven by...
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Three Tanka by SuzAnne C. Cole
summer garden show at Hampton Court Palace drunk on color I pass parking lot sign— please stagger your way home *** travel dilemma— walk faint trails, enter dark caves trust most strangers or stay at...
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How I Arrived Here by Karen Neuberg
When still young, I left the safe home of myself and ad/ventured into a waiting, twisting thread of freedom and misinformation. The original speck of entry opened, became my new home, where I found I...
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KLEE’S ANGEL by bz niditch
Like moving the wings and cloudlets of our history the futurists turn back to acknowledge the high art embodied in you, Angelus Novus speak to us of all possibilities on an unshaven earth time span...
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REMORSE by Gary Beck
Men of purpled cloisters I see your heavy robes of 3:00 a.m. guttered on Fifth Avenue as the long night passes to a woman’s frightened scream. O woman who I love whose gift is pain, in my midnight self...
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Submissions Open Today
Zingara Poetry Picks seeks submissions of previously unpublished poems (on-line or in print) of 40 lines or fewer for 2016 picks. New, emerging, and established poets are encouraged to submit and all...
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Rest Stop by Allyson Whipple
~For Harrison Porobil You’ve survived worse odds than this: childhood, hurricanes, homelessness. This time it’s just a broken lock that has you stuck here, taking stock of misfortune. What a way to...
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the shaman sees the Dread Unless by Wayne-Daniel Berard
didn't need them this time White Bear Eagle Sea Turtle Ivory Dove just directly to the motel room himself sitting at the foot of the bed finished and finished and entirely seized (Merlin and Morgana)...
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Belongings by Richard King Perkins II
It’s too late to gather your clothes about you; the morning light has already found you naked just before his eyes of acid rain— working the last half day in reverse without the sun’s spirant...
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New Picks for the New Year
Welcome to 2016, y’all. It feels great to have Zingara Poet back in rotation of this juggling act called the poet’s life. The last two and a half years have witnessed my move from the High Desert to...
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I Get to Race by Frederick Foote
I get to race I get to run Three times Around the Oval cross Five of us On a Hard packed Dirt track Coursing hounds Chasing time First lap Speed to burn Records to set Second lap Stretch it out Take...
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Solitude by Vinita Agrawal
In slumber I am not alone. Awake, I am. In a crowd, I am stranded In solitude, found. People meet and mix They have reasons. My reasons are dead. I stretch empty from sky to earth. I am a sliver of...
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