To Hell with Doubt Forevermore
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To Hell with Doubt Forevermore

AM Kamaal

I believe I saw my private God:
Imageless like the wind, sabotaging the crude gait
Of slim doubt, slipping from one country
Of my indifferent body       into another.

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Our Art & Photo Galleries Are Live!
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Our Art & Photo Galleries Are Live!

We’ve received some amazing art and photography, and have been meaning for some time to create a gallery that highlights all of this work in one place. Now, we’ve finally put it together, and it feels so fantastic to see it all in one place!

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The birth mark
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The birth mark

Barsha Kumari

"What is beautiful, if not the core of ugly?" 

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The Tall Green Vase
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The Tall Green Vase

Stephen Jackson

“in blind-slanted sun other books wait on shelves,     
perhaps for someone else to come and read them.”

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Time Signatures
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Time Signatures

Elizabeth Pattee Eklund

Before Covid, she worked a classically trained singer and voice coach. Now, her newfound spare time has led her to devise a new way to share music: neighborhood DJ.

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Sono Stanca
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Sono Stanca

Charlotte Bunney

A gallery of art reflecting on nature, the classical world, and the exhausting melancholy of 2020.

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Sonnet of Goodbye
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Sonnet of Goodbye

Reneé Salandy

“footprints across the sky—they gone too soon”

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Flourish
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Flourish

Carla M. Cherry

It’s autumn in the BX.

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Morning Song
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Morning Song

Yash Seyedbagheri

“golden light
shimmers among cathedral pines”

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She Wanted to Become a Nurse
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She Wanted to Become a Nurse

Carla M. Cherry

An elegy to Breonna Taylor, on the chasm between the life she deserved and the life that society felt legally obligated to disregard.

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Vertigo
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Vertigo

Nila Narain

A poet grapples with a loss of perspective. The center does not hold.

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Ode to My Fat Self
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Ode to My Fat Self

C. Adán Cabrera

“Lines written in Barcelona after a gay white man mocked me.”

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as i ride around city park
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as i ride around city park

Moira Wood

A bike ride through New Orleans’ City Park inspires a reflection on the present, and on the past.

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The Covid Perception Disparity
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The Covid Perception Disparity

Dianne Cabelus Braley

In the middle of a pandemic, a registered nurse and her husband confront the rough terrain between social distancing and social mores.

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Intermission
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Intermission

We’re off until September 21, though we’re still accepting and reading new submissions!

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Belly Rubs
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Belly Rubs

Mark Seelos

“Xoe the dog is looking at me disapprovingly.”

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