Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017

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No More Cream Puffs

By | 2017-03-10T15:03:08+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Darrell Petska   Can't you feel it? That chokehold on our throats— write like this say it like that be dignified, calm, aloof— Hell, today's hands demand poems hard as a brick. Frilly little rhymes? Maybe Sundays with tea. Something afraid of us wants our words meek, not defiant: "Go ahead, throw your cream puffs. Now [...]

Something More

By | 2017-03-02T17:39:29+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Cynthia Romanowski   2017: January. Huntington Beach. I'm on my couch. Tears rolling down. Obama just thanked Michelle in his farewell and I've finally lost it. This is not about politics, at least it doesn't feel like it, it feels like something more. In the kitchen my boyfriend opens a package from the mail. It's the [...]

Patriotism Reconsidered

By | 2017-03-02T17:20:47+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Lucinda Marshall   My anthem is the serenade of birds, sung without regard for map lines delineating human assumption of dominion over that which cannot be possessed, and I will not pledge allegiance to, or defend a flag of illusory freedom. As the sun greets each day, I will bravely stand up—against racism, gendered hate, [...]

Brother, Can You Spare the Time?

By | 2017-03-09T15:13:45+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Kevin Patrick McCarthy   Every day, impoverished buskers lay down a diverse soundtrack on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder. Even as we studiously avoid their eyes, we’re ensnared in their webs of mood and memory. They count on our collective wondering and remembered joys. My favorite is a skinny longhair. His white whiskers are choppy, [...]