IT’S NO PICNIC WHEN THE WORDS ONE SPEAKS ARE IMPELLED by Susan Sonde
IT’S NO PICNIC WHEN THE WORDS ONE SPEAKS ARE IMPELLED
by a hail of white fury
and to know that the psychic bruise, the terrible corsage...
SIDEKICK by Rikki Santer
SIDEKICKby Rikki Santer Sidekick you are monocleyou are lap danceryou are cheeky sailor boyyou are lamb chopped sock chocolate spell sideways glance from hellyou are ghost terrorist shy ingenue personality in 60 secondsyou are...
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PERHAPS YOU UNDERSTAND by George Eklund
PERHAPS YOU UNDERSTANDby George Eklund
Perhaps You Understand
I’ve done what I could do.If you want to mutilate me, then you will.I cannot row very far...
THE CLASSICAL DEBT by Susan Ayres
THE CLASSICAL DEBTby Susan Ayres
THE CLASSICAL DEBT
we will never repay the debt we owe Greece.—Stephen Fry, Elgin Marbles Debate
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TEARS OF SPADES IN AMERICAN BLUES by Mettamodernist
TEARS OF SPADES IN AMERICAN BLUESby Mettamodernist
Julia Dream,Dream of a key,A key to unlock all your doors
I am your abyss, your good fix, your...
APOLLINAIRE by Timothy Robbins
APOLLINAIRE by Timothy Robbins
Apollinaire
This morning I read Apollinaire’s “Zone”and thought him silly. Meaningbeing a vagabond, his being a vagabond,it’s no surprise he wanderedalong silly’s crooked paths starting...
DAYTIME TV by Ian Ganassi
DAYTIME TVby Ian Ganassi
DAYTIME TV
I used to wonderAbout Captain Kangaroo’s uniform;We knew Mr. Greenjeans had green jeans.
You never know it’s...
WHAT WILL BE by Daniel Senser
WHAT WILL BEby Daniel Senser
Watching My Roommate Sleep
For Tom
The old man snores like the windAnd the rumbling of rock-fall.What dream...
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OUTDOOR SHOWER by Katherine Carlman
OUTDOOR SHOWERby Katherine Carlman
Hollow Things
Like the shell of a chocolate hare, upon the slightest pressure from an eager child’s hand causes it to give...
GLITTERING ROMANCE AND OPTIMISM by Benjamin Biesek
GLITTERING ROMANCE AND OPTIMISMby Benjamin Biesek
Glittering Romance and Optimism
“After I had combed / the confetti from my hair”
Ralph Sneeden
