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2 Poems by Alain Ginsberg
A Mouth, A Wound, A Word Tell me to fall in love with the West, that this is the time for my arms to become Pelican-mouth open—I still eat fish, and I still know all of the ways a thing can be gutted....
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Poor Richard by Timothy Rodriguez
Go quick, don’t see, get on the gone, Run from the quiet between echoes. Richard, all that you’ve lost During glittering walks Cheats up on you as a shadow. Shutting off the fortune found In weeping...
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2 Poems by Scott Wordsman
To My Bald(ing) Spot Receding there, where once such bloom. Ball- erina, starving martyr of third-world-body envying artists: is this what thinner is? Sun, keep me honest— always keep my cue ball...
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Mugged by the Muse by Hallie Moore
Her bright urgency spills through me, showers my back, I glance over at her smudged wings, her slutty Helena Bonham Carter look tangled hair, smears of black shadow ringing her eyes. She smells like...
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Seasonal Affective Disorder by K Weber
I have not yet felt winter in my bones. The radiator spits in fuss. The window frosts then hiccups. The sun is tiny, golden but it’s quickly falling into my lap. My January skin melted yesterday. I...
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Sunny Feet War Chant by Roo Bardookie
Drums please, ipu, ipu, war chant from Hawaiian ancestors Fuck you, My feet want a suntan Fuck off, my soul was dead Fuck you, My feet need the sunshine Fuck off, you fill me with dread “fuck_you”...
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Everyone, No One, and The T.V. by Tyler Gates
I wobble against the pale oak, listening intently to the distant skips of our rocket eyed children bouncing against concrete waves. What horror often awaits us between such mourning moments. An...
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2 Poems by Steve Klepetar
The Shadow House “I want to live in the certainty of apocalypse, the integral promise of phantom brick” – Dana Curtis Tonight the bricks glow as moonlight trickles down through oaks and the roof sways...
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2 Poems by Alexandra Weiss
Where I’ll Take You When You Come to Town our scratch marks glow under moonlight like the penguin lamp on your bedside table among the crumbling rocks flowers on a grave eroded terraces bridle a...
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Uranium Glass by Sheila Arndt
Fat red roses bloomed out of the blue. I picked them so they could die in a jadite glass bottle. Thorns snagged and made great red gouges in my pink forearms. Fat red drops danced the polka On the...
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