Category: Published Issues
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Doubt
by Steve Luttrell It was always about beginnings. The first push to what seemed most insistent. The impulse then to act, to bring off some
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Selected Hokku / Senryu
by Joe Richey mottled butterfly alights on a rock to roar * ancient pond polluted frog belly up * o star o powerful western star! are you a star?
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for Kate
by Gary Lawless today the blueberries taste like pine. I look across the field, to the cemetery, see horses, running, prayer flags in the breeze.
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Beech Hill
by Gary Lawless i blue below our feet blue field field full of berries blue bay below clouds, crows, wood lily under blue sky, on our way to
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Gore Pour
by Jack Collom nosebleed sonnet Gore Pour The nose . . . when I was young I used to be A picker. “Blow that mess!” Investigate That obstacle.
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No Need
by Mark Melnicove Now that Everyone — is dying — and there is Nothing — to stop them — hallucinogenics are superfluous. I do not need — Anything
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Final Exam
by Jim Bishop –1– remember? you are driving down a country road and they appear from nowhere no from black trees by the road three
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de Kooning Grotesque
by Carolyn Gelland “Beauty becomes petulant to me,” said de Kooning. “I like the grotesque. It’s more joyous. . . . ” jackals
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The Gutter of New York- de Kooning
by Carolyn Gelland The gutter of New York grounded me — that’s my kind of space. There are streets here too that give me the same feeling. There
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Pickerel Weed
by Carl Little I know these, too, from the pond I skirted as a child, the green cake knives clustered along the shore doubling in shallows where