Category: Published Issues
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FAT TONY BECOMES AN EDITOR
by Paul Fericano Not that good sense has anything to do with poetry but if for some reason I should decide That I’m not completely satisfied with
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COUSIN TOMMY EXPLAINS IT ALL
by Paul Fericano Enough already enough with all this Leonardo DiCaprio crap All this stinking garbage about art for fucking art’s sake This is no
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Do You Remember This, Katja?
by Richard Jarrette Our destination hovered between Pacific mist and looming clouds conceding a glimpse of arctic blue sky. We half–guess
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Unfortunate Dinner
by Sharon Olinka Winter, 1973: her gallery. Margarita smelled of amber. Daughter of an exiled countess. Silver bracelets, three on each wrist.
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For A Man With Guava In His Mouth
by Sharon Olinka This is for the day your lips parted, and I sucked guava candy, melting in your mouth. Candy bought the week your mother died.
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Metamorphoses
by Christian Teresi The Naga were headhunters, but wrote butterfly On the parched reliefs of temples, and in manuscripts born By monastics that
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A Mercy
by Christian Teresi As a boy he hauled full buckets, first light breaching The details of cleared acreage, and thankfully again When the day
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God-weather
by Richard Jarrette We could walk freely inside Nebuchadnezzar’s killing furnace most of the time because our God–weather was generally
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Requiem — My Virginia Woolf
by Richard Jarrette I didn’t know the contours of my own face till you held it in your hands and said, I’m taking this everywhere. These seven
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Half -Haunted
by Carol Bachofner Old Pima came down with the wandering sickness. It edged in when he was digging for water out back. Took over, settled into