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Manga girls need love!Kyle Hemmings
Haruna, a Girl with the Face of a Forgetful Gem. When she's all sweet talk and ginger hands, the world turns soft and blind. In the night, her demons stand above your bed, swallowing swords, boasting of perfect night vision. Before the rain, your last words were.Do we have a future? Who would be the boss? Should we really turn real? Why or why not? Chichako: Metal dog scorn/Lethargic Juniper/Those walleye moons/Sunday's hysterical blasphemies/Your mother in a pepper shaker/Texas is not a proper egg/ pape...
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In the year of everything dying john grochalski
In the year of everything dying. The cat is mad. Because i won’t let her lay on me. She paces back and forth. Wailing and wailing, waiting for her comeuppance. The wife is mad. Because i yell about poetry. Threaten booze soaked suicide. And ruin the few hours that we get together. On these hurried weekends. The mailman is still mad. About not getting a christmas tip last year. So the bills and magazines arrive wrinkled. The cockroaches are mad. Because the floor is mopped. Of food and old wine. The child...
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Years as Gold Philosophy A.J. KAUFMANN
Years as Gold Philosophy. YEARS AS GOLD PHILOSOPHY. Years as gold philosophy. Sky sailing, restricted much. In sweet wallflowers known to be birds,. Bonfires, charmingly cold. Hesitation, wishing garden bells were seasons, works. Which handed you the sunset. A flake, sky sea-iris. Some of it lying pianos, joyful lights,. Spout lips dirt-grimed lady-shining. As most multiform scripts. Seeds rise, there’s sunlight. Familiar rocks, somber love and God. Cathedral on press sheets. Red at office flanks. She is...
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Supernal Factors KJ Hannah Greenberg
The Boss’ Orchestrated Metamorphoses. The Boss’s orchestrated metamorphoses,. Zapped everything into place,. Set into motion,. Resulting in His Desires,. Effecting broad to specific. And, concurrently, nonimmediately,. Aboriginal scars traveled internationally,. Under-recognized in regions remanded for romance. Or, for unmanageable fear. Sages know water vanquishes fire,. Flame blasts earth,. Dirt distorts windy columns,. Gusts displace oceans of truth-birthed passages. Paper Scissors. Stone. Plus MaR...
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Last Call James Babbs
I scream into the lamp. Pretend it’s my. The empty room’s. Another night of drinking but. This time I’m thinking of you. Haven’t heard from you in years. But I’m convinced. You’ve been wondering about me. And the last time I saw you. Your hair was long and. Kept falling down over one eye. And when I get home. I search for your number. Finding it buried among. A pile of old Christmas cards. Dialing past three in the morning. Hearing it ring before. A man’s voice drenched with sleep. When I ask for you.
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The Day the Looking Glass Shattered Ben Rasnic
The Day the Looking Glass Shattered. The Day the Looking Glass Shattered. I discover I can no longer live. With the woman who shares my bed. Lost in an oxycontin fog,. In a rented paddleboat. A line of ducks glides by. Submerged in a slick olive coat of Vaseline oil. I close my eyes and attune. To the billowing swell of dark water. The men drinking beer. In the picnic area. Pretend to shoot rifles. With their long arms extended. And their skinny trigger fingers. The lead duck flips. Like a pinged target.
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In Stereo: Thirteen Sonnets and Some Fire MusicThomas Zimmerman
Thirteen Sonnets and Some Fire Music. If all else fails, I list some things I love:. My life, my wife, and Highway 61. Baudelaire’s faux infamy. When iron-maidened into sonnet form;. The bravest Shostakovich symphony:. The battered heart of Donne;. To watch in safety any kind of storm;. To feel my brain-buoyed spirit rise above. My childhood’s God; John Coltrane playing live;. Heaney’s Station Island. Walt Whitman, Paz, Neruda, Frost—. Most often when I plumb their darkness, dear. The saint in Washington...
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POINTMAN COMETH DAVID S. POINTER
DAVID S. POINTER. Modified foods, and. At the cellular level? I need a microwave. That turns my dinner. Tame to the natural. Or a big yard sale. There are defects in the database. Of public opinion. That's why I can't. Trust Love's pink turtlehead perennials,. Or fountain grass, nor the silver edged. Iris, nor those fire-colored forget-me-nots,. But the Black Forest lily has become. My confidant, my compass, my map. Of new beginnings, my new amazement. At the stars above her steps, her smile. Unabated to...
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FIRESTORM:A RENDERING OF TORAH MICHAEL H. BROWNSTEIN
A RENDERING OF TORAH. MICHAEL H. BROWNSTEIN. PART 1: LET ME START FROM THE BEGINNING. We were the first to commit these acts.—David Ben-Gurion. Let me start from the beginning:. Each one of us is responsible for our own actions,. Not our parents no matter how abusive or evil,. Not our teachers who may have bullied and insulted,. Not our peers who showed us a code of behavior we knew to be wrong. I was following orders is not an excuse. I will tell you my story:. MY PERIOD OF DESPERATION (DEGRADATION).
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Working StiffMike Berger
The clang of the mall on the spikes rings. In your ears. The staccato rhythms echo. Across the steppes. . Lay'n track aint for boys. Those will be. Gandy dancers earn their pay. But swinging. The spiking mall ain't nothin compared to. Those big iron wheels on those steam. Train pushed the tracks apart. The worst is. Around the bends. If you don't push them. Back into place, the engine comes off the. You dig your lever bar into the soil between. The ties and you slam the bar with all you've. There ain't e...
