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Read more "CUT-PRICE – Geoffrey Aitken"All this Broken Love I didn’t tell you how I felt when you said those things. I will tell you now. Those words are long rides on the highway. Broken sandals. A no-fly zone. Your anger sits on my tongue. It’s a restless bee. It shakes the walls, paints them green. Once we danced to […]
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Read more "FORESAKEN – Frank William Finney"The War in Syria His father didn’t sleep in his apartment. The apartment was being bombed. The absurdity of paying the rent. So a colleague told me, dark circles underneath his eyes. He was working double shifts in spite of his lack of hope, worried. My father said nothing to this. He is both a […]
Read more "THE WAR IN SYRIA – Daniel Schulz"AFTER JACOB BLAKE After the medical aid After the helicopter After immediately to Milwaukee After lengthening up through the crown After gravel shaped like twilight After tailwinds through the reeds After the pelvic floor After a mother tells her daughter, never say the Lord’s name in vain After, who’s name then am I supposed to […]
Read more "BLACK LIVES MATTER – AFTER JACOB BLAKE – TIM STALEY"Waves When the wave of humiliation comes it will knock you down your shoulder and ear will bang on the hard sand floor when you’re pushed down by tumbling saltwater entering your nose your lungs. The wave wins, you are small. When the wave of mortification comes you will be hit over and over you […]
Read more "WAVES – E. Martin Pedersen"“Howling at the Moon” Coyote knew there would be water at the bottom of the arroyo. Coyote’s tongue was lolling about as he weaved his way between eternally thirsty dunes and bone dry alluvial fans. Just thinking about that water made him yelp in anticipation. None but his brothers knew of that tiny pool of […]
Read more "HOWLING AT THE MOON – IGNACIO IBARRA"Talking about weather they say meat substitutes are spies like prose poems or undercover agents who can’t keep their mouths shut, who keep talking about the weather meanwhile my grandpa died the way he lived— talking about the weather, flirting with nurses, dead-set on never letting tofu pass his lips when you live in a […]
Read more "5 POEMS – LANE CHASEK"Apple Net (derived from a Can of Native Forest Organic Sliced Peaches) Eve Serving suggestion Added sugars believe yield benefit all of us our family will love consistently sweet, tender only a hint of care in this fruit Enjoy gently warm atop your favorite he eats covers and […]
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