Emily as a Blue Jay at First LightI love any empty roomEmily is perched outside.She calls& it doesn’t matterif she’s calling for mebecause that song meansthe world is still here& Emily is speakingto us, to all of us in the wayswe deserve. Obnoxious beautycreates the world every day& Emily can’t really sing,but there we are,with […]
Read more "DARREN C. DEMAREE — 3 poems"HEY GUYS, YOUSE PROBABLY DEAD NOW So I can’t be sued by none of youse, as you always said,wouldn’t care much about suing except to spit the word out like a curse.But thanks guys for what I learned about how not to live life. Ernie Bigush used to spit a lot more than he talkedwhen […]
Read more "VERN FEIN – HEY GUYS, YOUSE PROBABLY DEAD NOW"5 Years ago Remember as the sun set on James island Tired Together Fading into the coming nightAnd how after heading back to our camp An old man to show the pictures he had taken of Our silhouettes together encircled by Fiery dusk How he asked for our emailsIn effort to send the photos to […]
Read more "TOM PESCATORE – 5 Years Ago"They Come at Night I know how to read men even with my eyes closed, hands out, fingers reading the Braille of sweat, of the man on the bed beside me. I pretend I’m deaf so he won’t talk to me, but I have been alive just long enough to know when someone is about […]
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