The Hard Work of Hope

Zia Pollis’ “Moon’s Milk, Lion’s Milk”

Zia Pollis’ “Moon’s Milk, Lion’s Milk”

Moon’s Milk, Lion’s Milk by Zia Pollis I. Moon’s Milk For years I believed I was the furthest daughter from the son. An alien body, a broken orb in rotation around a more sacred center. My father, the Jupiter King, the Purple God, raised a storm of love in our shaking...

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Joyce Peseroff’s “A Visit to the Smash Room”

Joyce Peseroff’s “A Visit to the Smash Room”

A Visit to the Smash Roomby Joyce PeseroffDonated TVs, microwaves,printers, trophies, vases on tables. Baseball bats and mauls ready by the wall. $50/hr to playwith your boyfriend or alonewhen it’s hard to be a goodMom during the workday, gas up the...

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Ellen Steinbaum’s “Summer 2021 Cicadas”

Ellen Steinbaum’s “Summer 2021 Cicadas”

Summer 2021 Cicadas Ellen Steinbaum They’re my last cicadas, though who can be sure, of course. Given my age and their infrequent outings,like scheduled comets and eclipses, they could be penultimate, but most likely my concluding swarm. Every seventeen...

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The Hard Work of Justice

The Hard Work of Justice

In light of recent events, this week’s issue of The Hard Work of Hope will be a little different. We are always trying to offer poems that meet the moment, and the current crisis in Haiti—along with its long history of instability and the United States’ involvement in...

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Jill McDonough’s “Cindy Comes To Hear Me Read”

Jill McDonough’s “Cindy Comes To Hear Me Read”

Cindy Comes To Hear Me Read by Jill McDonoughCindy: not her real name. I met herin prison, and people in prison I givethe fake names. I taught her Shakespeare, rememberher frown, wide eyes, terror of gettingthings wrong. Her clear, arguable thesison Desdemona’s...

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Sarah Del’s “Dreamed Wedding”

Sarah Del’s “Dreamed Wedding”

Dreamed Weddingby Sarah Delice melts in boot treadsdrips onto the floor  forming a puddle below the high table in the bar area empty, save for twograndparents, a six year-old...

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Laura Rodley’s “Groundhog”

Laura Rodley’s “Groundhog”

Groundhogby Laura RodleyThe groundhog’s fur is silver, silkily rippling in the windas she chomps ends of grasses, clover, not yet have I seen her eat anything that causes consternation;she has scoured the walking path festoonedwith acorns that have...

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Kerry Loughman’s “Social Distancing Becomes Me”

Kerry Loughman’s “Social Distancing Becomes Me”

Social Distancing Becomes Me by Kerry LoughmanRemotely I discard the sentiment of hearts beating as onewhen no two hearts can beat               equally without cost.  I am the least trod path and mask my fearswith the polished nicetyof a forced smile....

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