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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...
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The Indispensible Guide to Unearthly Practices Austin Mccarron
The Indispensible Guide to Unearthly Practices. After a universe of time,. Spring is a shock to my eyes:. Of light in a chimney of air. On hills or near gardens, baby. Lambs offer kisses of new blood. Beautiful animals glide on. Colours and draw blinds of sound. There is a gift of water, like breath. In open veins,. But leaves of skin gather like food. Around plants and trees and lawns. Looking ahead I throw away the. Blanket of its extraordinary aim but. It is not higher within, where graves. Building w...
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Postcards from Italy Bryan Murphy
I was almost drug-free in Rome. Just reservoirs of alcohol,. The occasional tobacco-free spliff. Let’s not count caffeine. Frequently, my flat feet. Occasionally, a crowbar craftsman. Funded a cocaine habit. From the pickings of our flat. Once, you smoked opium,. The only time before China. I experimented with champagne:. For that Brave New Year, 1989. In Hong Kong still, you lavish. Your new husband’s income. On jewellery and “E”. A world apart,. I ponder my remaining options. Of wives and drugs. A voic...
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Lord Shiva & Other Poems Amit Parmessur
Sitting with loneliness as firm friend on the void verandah, with vagrant moths flying the uneventful blackness of the night, I hear the phone ring monotonously. It is my faraway rustic village friend whose father has been expecting a better job. He tells me around 500 persons are going to be under his father. I think, what power! In the end, what is he going to do? The sky is gone. The delirious lions forgot to put it back. Is it due to complacency, joy or neglect? Belle on Soft Belly. Thank you a lot.
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Don't Get It Twisted Sarah E. White Jason E. Hodges
Don't Get It Twisted. Sarah E. White. Jason E. Hodges. By Sarah E. White. My head still swimming in rhythm and verse. Words flip and fold themselves. Around each other in a graceful dance. Words longing to join together. To make beautiful poetry. I dream of words. Like others may dream of people. How people might dream of love. Words can intertwine and create an idea. They can twist together and make something lovely. Just like strangers can fall in love. And have a beautiful life together. I wish this d...
