illustration and poem by BOB MCNEIL

The Last will be First“Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.” ― Aristotle Cold weather is something poor folksReally wish would passBecause their clothes resemble shredded leaves,And that frigid air can cut an ass. Affluence, vacationing from discomfort,Floats in a champagne bubble.Intoxicated by plutocratic grandeur,The moneyed avoid sobering trouble. The indigent dream of kinder […]

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2 form poems from Kasimma 

AnimaVillanelle by Kasimma Art is a living flare.Art is detail; art makes souls glow.Art fills your heart with moving air. Art is you, the blues, and prayer.Art is Chi and art is shadow.Art is a living flare. Aesthetes smile. Philistines will sneer,and Nos will pelt you blows, but know…Art fills your heart with moving air. […]

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FEELZ TRIP ~ Tim Staley

Feelz Trip I got tired of pushing sublime at my students. William Cowper, Lord Byron, James Thomson,  Samuel Rogers?! Let’s just say those old boys  weren’t hitting under the busted-up ceiling panels  and flickering fluorescent lights of my classroom.  My students were squirming in the hard plastic cells of their desks, so I decided to […]

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4 POEMS FROM Shauri Cherie

I. How do you pack if your suitcase  is suddenly just your own without your sister  coming along  to crowd the other half? You have space for sweaters,  a coat,  your anxiety, a few more pairs of pants,  and the extra money your parents tuck  into the suitcase’s  lining for you, but  the extra room […]

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3 POEMS BY Christopher Barnes

KATHE KRUSE STELLA DOLL, VERIFIES NO U-TURN Hitler Youth master tutors municipal college. A pantomime of liberalism outrages. Baader-Mienhoff deliver her flesh-and-blood vocation. Pogo stick with Luger, disinfects classroom. ~~~ BUCKAROO! TENSES Flags ripple. Argentina’s Consulate is imposing, pompous. Nail bomb serene in rear hooves anticipates kick. Prairie Fire counterfeit sightseeing. National anthem goes unsung. […]

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3 lost poems by TIM STALEY

THE TAKE OUT I paddle the kayaks back to the boathouse.  First the sea yak with it’s great tracking Then the little yellow one for children And finally the two small blue ones Good for racing because they’re equally handicapped.  Now the sailboat’s just a dingly, I lost the sail when i capsized.  I swim […]

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