LYNN WHITE ~ Art Exhibition

Art Exhibition The egg box was so sculptural, a mirror of life in textured paper, almost a work of art. And then I remembered the glasses left behind in a museum of modern art by error or intent, real glasses, not the “ne sont pas les lunettes” Magrittean sort, I could feel some guerrilla art […]

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JK Miller ~ Proteus

Proteus Shape shift, Old Man  of the Sea— I will hold you down in your midday nap. Tell me what you know— about the zigzag, spin, loop and bounce of sandhoppers, cuttlefish, or football. Periwinkles smell the corpses  of their crab-killed teammates’ disposed juices, and drive with helmets  hard into crevices. Extensive wear on the […]

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2 poems by Alexandra Gilliam

QUARANTINE I bought the largest bag of pom poms, remembering mopping the floor each night after close, my dad waiting in the closed shop  while I washed the dishes, we waited and went to    Whataburger when I didn’t have a car after I broke off my first  engagement, the details they say, the yellow of […]

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VERN FEIN ~ PUPPET TALK

PUPPET TALK  How I feel about these times. Anon. I move my feet  I dance and dance, up and down, up and down, cannot stop.  The cares of the world marionette me all around and around up and down, up and down. I cannot exit. The curtains never close. Characters appear  and disappear. They whisper,  point, […]

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3 poems by marc janssen

WILLAMETTE JANUARY II It is 7:30 when Monet paints nude tree groves with Vaporous strokes Dust silver water Blindly runs past the landing Silently whispers Cruel eddies catch Half submerged giants, force Them to angry sleep ~~~ MARC AND DUKE DRIVE TO THE RESERVOIR (Riverfront Park – East St. Louis Toodle-o) Been on the road a […]

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3 POEMS BY GLEN CALLEJA

(all 3 poems translated from Maltese by Albert Gatt) Someone’s wife refuses to follow. Someone’s wife refuses to follow her therapist’s advice. She finally changes out of her work uniform. She nibbles at a chunk of dark chocolate. Insists that she’s on first name terms with Buddha. That he’s like an old faux pas, addled […]

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2 poems by Jamez Terry

Desideratum Roget spent a lifetime in pursuit of the right words. Unrelenting, obsessed with nuance and symmetry, from his methodical eloquence he birthed the thesaurus. I lack his singularity, living instead in surges of passion, volcanic eruptions of words: intermittent bursts of dangerous brilliance, more often blown smoke. But this I share with Roget – […]

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