If Only Someone Would Clean My House
by Jessica Ciosek

If only someone would clean my house.   Vacuum the sand from the floors, wipe up the cat vomit, wash out the lunch thermoses, throw a load of towels in the wash. Oh, yeah and organize the drawers...

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Endless, Human
by Melanie Mayo-Laasko

I am an immigrant,
standing barely afloat.
I am a transplant,
devoid of a homeland...

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Debris Falling
by  Mimi Moriarty

Last night some kind of debris fell to earth.
We saw it burn apart, sparking embers
from spectacular space junk, a stream
awkward in the sky burning under a half-moon,
its trajectory more like an arc, a bridge.
She was the one who saw it first, my daughter...

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Tuesday (and)
by C. Delia Scarpitti

My poetry streams in thin vignettes

Dashed ruthlessly to the page

While the baby is sleeping or

Turning his face – folding inward to my breast –

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Passing Through
by Sarah Stern

These old clothes take up room.
Corduroys, jumpers, shoes
the length of your palms
that once held your daughter’s feet
as she ran to you in the park in fall
when the leaves were particularly yellow...

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