Two Poems | Ashley Kunsa

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Poem Beginning with Stage Fright and the Last Drop of Blood If most burned-out stars claim a retirement home in the heavens.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ If we’re always acting understudy to ourselves, and especially when

Sophocles | David Moolten

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They bounced quarters in the bars of Brittany and old Spain, and before them Greeks flung the lees from their cups, accuracy portending intimacy with whomever the victor was besotted. But with

Two Poems | L.A. Weeks

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Dreamscapes from the Atlas of Coming and Going VII Because Ayyappa Paniker wrote, the broken words that fade out, pieces of murmur float downfrom the ceiling fan. Almost forgotten–the blinds slatting streetlight

No Name | Jackson McGrath

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The riverbanks pass by, are delivered to us: wildflowers, cliffsides; the endless water-train rushing through (“…the Green sweeps…”). “Just like walking the plank,” you remind me: “no need to rush,” swatting at

Drug Facts | Joan Presley

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Active Ingredients:                    PurposeEthyl Alcohol ……………………………Self-Erasure Uses:*Temporary relief from everything that bothers you, which is, basically, everything. Warning:*Increasing use causes increasing use. You know

Yes, but no | Choo En Ting

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because even immortal things diewhen touched by love.1Like a winter fingerdown a wingless2 spine.Still, Madame Butterfly,the world3 is largerbecause of the leaving.4There is more to life5than6 resurrection7. [1] Bread. Ice. God. Tears.Night

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