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There Are No Atheists in Infidelity

01.24.15 Posted in Contributor Series 9 by

Nicole Yurcaba’s most recent poem to appear here was Simulacrum (July 2014). There Are No Atheists in Infidelity By Nicole Yurcaba We are the infidels crossing no man’s land molding Eastern Europe to Scandinavian skin; absent without leave, crossing borders, sneaking beneath limp barbed wire that catches flesh-bits in its wolfish teeth. Sweated, shamed, exhausted, […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Haiku Music

07.21.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Something fun to close out the series! Did you like it? Are you inspired? Just because the series ends doesn’t mean there’s no more writing to be done on the topic. You know what to do …  Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Haiku Music By Joan McNerney An outdoor concert, Which is sweeter, […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Music’s Power

07.21.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Music’s PowerBy James G Piatt On an ancient mahogany spinet, as her thin fingers Deftly play glorious and intricate combinations of sounds, The sweet aroma of Beethoven lingers in the atmosphere Of the room, my tears celebrate his poignant music, my Joy commemorates his genius. The notes of […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, When I wrote new songs and you would listen out of friendship

07.20.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears When I wrote new songs and you would listen out of friendship By PD Lyons Where we were always cool By the reservoir In the pines Up some stairs tucked into angular corners Warm winter kitchens smelling of gas Down by the factories Not sleeping all night Into […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, What the Poet Knew About Music

07.19.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears What the Poet Knew About Music By Ray Sharp He said the songs always came to him like radio waves and he was just the antenna receiving light-borne pulses across space and time and the body electric singing them into the silent waiting world where he lay in […]