The Cafe Review

by Vanessa Vie Because of my blood Take me from behind and pray From my fours I glimpse.

by Vanessa Vie Seasons seasons poet-seasons Sea daughters sea sons People roaming the streets in a cold February wind I miss the Revolution bare

by Vanessa Vie Song of the Firebird to M.H. I fell in Love with a bird I am in Love with a Firebird “Put your colours against the sky

by Anselm Berrigan I’ve an invigorated withdrawal In nurture posing as signatory To certain accounts — can they And do they. Canned they &

by Anselm Berrigan I no longer wish To contribute to The communal anxiety The practitioners of no Two-something and six Let me see your scrapes

by Anselm Berrigan How are we doing notationally speaking? We are feeling conspicuous No amount of crypto-hasho forear / blackbear fiddling will

by Grace Andreacchi Alia, the Beautiful a poem in three parts 1. Torn Apart the sky is torn apart the stars lie scattered upon the dead

by Adrian C. Louis Moth-shaped leaves bang again & again against the basement window. Snow-filled winds curse against my rented house at

by Adrian C. Louis I flapped my wings, hoping to rise & not take a nosedive. I was old & grieving but still driven by the need for nooky.

by Adrian C. Louis I did not need the cooter of Eve. I only wanted His magical love & His dribbling, dark gifts. Oh my God, were you not the

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