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HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse
HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it containedsome wish-granter...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
Charades and questions become new mode of talking:Where the word “medicine” and hand’s...
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMN by Phil Kemp
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNby Phil Kemp INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNSunlight fading, a chill wind drives awaylast of the day’s heat; in the forestI walk through, the turning of green to redis my life,darkening in the dusk.I am...
SPECTACLE by John Grey
SPECTACLEby John Grey YOU WANT ME TO COME HOMESure I miss the snow.That sunlight twinkle.The purity. The fineness.And this steamy heatis like a python squeeze at times.I laze aboutGet nothing done.It’s weather for the uninspired.But...
THE SAME BOAT by R. S. Stewart
THE SAME BOATby R. S. Stewart THE SAME BOATThe contraption we still cling tohas layers of catastrophe lowerthan the steeper ones we soughtin our daily dreams, sailingor swimming safely to shoreand out again, the thought...
MACHINE SHOPS by Roger Singer
MACHINE SHOPSby Roger Singer
MACHINE SHOPS It’s a long whistleputting the handon men and womenas the earth tiltspulling them pastopen wooden doorsinto the mazeof machinerywhere generationsstood and countedhours and yearsuntil the nextbodies of youthreplaced nameson lockers...
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BEES by Robin Ray
BEES
by Robin Ray
Steepest of Hills
Who can singwhen the water’s edged,mouths are paste dry,fruit trees stand barrenas virgin tides?
Step after stepup that steepest of hills,hungry vampire stoneslive off the burst blistersof innocent seekers.
Kippers in the...
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OF THIS HOUR by Korkut Onaran
OF THIS HOURby Korkut Onaran
ANOTHER BAR JOKE
A deep sea creatureand a priest walk into a bar.Where?
In a poem. In a highmountain town at a landlocked state,in a historic bar.
The priest drinks red wineand talks...
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATOR by O. Howard Winn
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORby O. Howard Winn HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORbut it is clearhe is really a Mock turtlefrom Capitalist Wonderland andhis song is a serenade tothe Red Queen runningthe nation...
RE-READING ULYSSES … by Louis Gallo
RE-READING ULYSSES …by Louis Gallo RE-READING ULYSSES IN MEDIAS RESAFTER MANY DECADES WHILE STEERINGTHE “SANTA MARIA” WESTWARD INTO THE DYING SUNAs Leopold savors his kidney with relish, his eye also cockedon an advertisement for Plumtree’s...