the train leaves the station without me / so does the bus

I am sister to the rain. ~Dorothy Parker, “Rainy Night,” 1925 For years we scanned horizon, touched on desiccated things. I tried to give a little limestone. You offered back a sky devo…

and how they can say so much

Renee Nicole Good was, among other things, a poet.

also love, also beauty

We are thrilled to announce the winners and finalists of the 2025 Sweet Poetry Contest. Ninefinalists (one potential finalist had been withdrawn) were selected from a strong pool by poetryco-editor…

I miss my magnolias, miss my maples, think

on leaving and adventure

Press Play to hear the author read their piece. Letter From the Edge of Every Known Thing Dear Ginkgo, are we so different? You at the edge of undress—I, undone, unkempt, infant at my breast. I hav…

what we nurture becomes part of us

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Verse Daily, a quality online web anthology of poetry. A poem a day, along with our complete archives, and poem selections from the web.

It wasn’t easy. It isn’t now. It won’t be, ever.

by Katherine Riegel Diving across the concrete patio, I grab one dog’s collar while keeping hold of the other. The fledgling—so small I can’t tell what species it is—chirps and hops away into the gr...

on grief, loss, and being human

A poem by Sheila Black from Issue 7 … Continue readingLetter in Spring

A space for the otherworldly, the alternate, and the not yet // Small World City is a Dhaka-based quarterly literary magazine focused on speculative fiction

making meaning through writing

you did the best you could at the time

AI, Basic Income, and the Buddhist Agenda I’m too old to learn a new way of earning, to navigate bleak wastelands where artificial intelligence makes glaciers calve with a great violence and splash…

Read "Country Mouse and City Mouse" (CNF) by Katherine Riegel, new in The Keeping Room magazine for women, Minerva Rising Press

Sarah Mills I’m sitting by the window with my coffee     wondering     about the invention of kissing     when rain starts falling in a way I don’t think     rain      is supposed to fall  //  side…

complicated love, complicated grief

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