In Conversation

In Conversation, a literary arts journal, is now accepting general submissions.

2 poems by Matthew Borczon

After it’s over The war pours the first drink of every evening after it’s over the war is a three am booty call that makes you sweat and scream after it’s over the war is the only story you remember around the campfire the only verse you remember of any song It’s a peach pit …

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3 poems by Daniel Romo

Empty Nest What’s the term for when a dad’s home alone, sitting in the corner of his living room left holding his feelings and fate, cradled in his arms like a fresh bouquet of carnations and consolations? And what’s it called when you have too much time to stop and smell the newly bloomed juxtaposes? …

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THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Gramma K’s Apocalypse by Karl Koweski

Gramma K’s Apocalypse I would have rather been anywhere other than where I was, sprawled on the olive shag carpeting of Gramma K’s efficiency apartment, cringing beneath the beatific gaze of Pope John Paul II peering down from a three-year-old calendar tacked to the nicotine-stained wall. A Love Boat rerun played on the television. It …

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2 poems by J.I.B.

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Dance Lesson by Jake St. John

Dance Lesson She was blonde and older than me we were both at a junior high school dance standing in opposite corners of the gymnasium talking to friends she walked through the sound activated shadows and asked me to dance wide eyed and off balance I nodded and was shoved out and into her arms …

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3 prose poems by Michael Brockley

Walking While Visible to Motorists Whenever I walk through my neighborhood, I wear a thistle-green t-shirt. One with mustard-yellow stains beneath the armpits. Sometimes I switch to a white undershirt that was once my go-to for the dates I had with the woman who didn’t want to appear in my poems. I cover my torso …

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Predicting The Weather by Emily Tee

Predicting The Weather a Golden Shovel after Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” When we meet we talk about, inevitably, the weather. I am obsessed with my app, checking what’s to come as if meteorologists, with infinite wisdom, can see into the future with their clever models that consider all the sophisticated feedback loops …

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taking down a tree by Roberto Picado

taking down a tree first the dead branches sliced on the ground loaded into back of truck sun hitting winter grass more limbs are removed by the buzzing chain sharpened each week to slice through decades of growth and we are left with an absence red autumn leaves sprinkled in the road a house exposed …

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2 poems by Aleathia Drehmer

Tomatoes I come in from the garden and find cats cuddled in chairs with the late afternoon summer sun throwing rays across their bodies making their coats glimmer. For now, they are all happy and I smile at its rarity. I wipe a stray hair that has fallen across my nose and smell the earthy, …

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It’s Springtime for Donald by R.M. Engelhardt

It’s Springtime for Donald How sad Truly     sad Your life must be To play the villain The monster on Reality TV While children are being Born, and the elderly are dying and Another mother can’t afford the rent And a family who Just lost their home But what do you care? As all the …

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