Poem
Service Agreement
William Lessard
Service Agreement
The service provider does not guarantee, represent, or warrant that your use of the application will be uninterrupted or error-free. You agree that the service provider may cancel the service at any time...
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Poem
Taxi Night
Cliff Fyman
Taxi Night
I WANT YOU TO STOP!
Like don’t go with me!
I’m sure it’s fine,
maybe I don’t
need to go, I don’t
know, maybe I should
just wait ‘till morning.
Like I don’t know!
If I wait another hour
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Story
Bunny Embers
Jane Ormerod
Bunny Embers
A melody ponytail, a middle-name smile, an old-fashioned jig with the neighbors. A wipe of the windscreen, sunscreen. Gimme the Carter, the Marlowe, the town protector, the well-breakfasted, the special ones ...
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Poem
No Blink
Christopher Romero
No Blink
In patched Victorian Iron
Fast, fibrous, connected tendrils
She closed her eyelids reflecting the rays of inspection
The surface appears, sparkles, flattened day time fireworks
Sideways tall marsh grass and c...
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Poem
Rabo de Peixe
Thurston Moore
Rabo de Peixe
What brings terror
into your life
nothing really
It's a misunderstanding
of nature
A single plant of its own
color, yellow
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Poem
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Charlotte Jackson
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Turned out the man at the bar
was a neighborhood guy;
grew up around here,
back in the day.
He and Tim got talking
about the bad old days,
before “Bed Stuy, Do or Die”
was a motto on a...
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Poem
It’s Like This
D. James Smith
It's Like This
Coming when I call my daughters
two fortune tellers wet heads wrapped
in towels sit down with their tumble
of questions nearly fitting the puzzle
I’ve made of myself yes they’re ready
offering thei...
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Poem
Ted Nugent Says
Cassandra Dallett
Ted Nugent Says
All hunts are pure trophy meat fun.
Ted says every sacred part of precious animal
meat, claws, skull, sinew, body fluids, blood,
organs, teeth, skin, hair, tongue, eyeball
are renewable.
Ted say...
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Poem
Passion Sunday
Amy Barone
Passion Sunday
Furtively, I watch him wipe
blood from tracks on his arm
before I leave for Palm Sunday Mass.
He swore he didn’t — only pot,
which he grows in a closet.
Still. Leaving wasn’t going to be easy....
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Poem
trump defeats kanye
Eve Packer
trump defeats kanye
reads the newspaper headline
a cartoon kanye holds up
on the cover of the sept 14th
newyorker, and tho i am
a huge b blitt fan, it makes me
mad, no hint of 9/11 and why wld you
gift the donald ...
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Poem
Walking With Difficulty Through the Snow
Anton Yakovlev
1
An old man walked his black dog past a courthouse
on his way toward some memory indicator.
A faint bouquet barely hidden under his coat,
he watched the world with anniversary eyes.
They passed a dry steering wheel...
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Photographs
Detroit Punk Photographs
Sue Rynski
My work is about rock and roll, specifically the rock and roll environment(s) I live in, the subculture. In 1977, just after art school, I fell into the art-and-punk Detroit scene with my friends Destroy All Monsters (the ro...
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Art
Just A Little Bit
Puma Perl
I had to shit on someone to make this money! shrieked Lani, I need you to get me off! Now!
Lani had translucent skin and tiny, spidery veins. Usually, I could find a place to hit her but she’d done some serious damage o...
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Art
The DEAD MAN
Julius Klein
(Bus routes, train routes, walking patterns and thinking jags)
Riding the #22 Clark Street bus north on a fall evening in Chicago, 1978, getting off at the Armitage stop, descending the few stairs to the oval expanse of p...
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Writing
Joined at the Hips
bart plantenga
When you hitchhiked back then, before it was redefined as criminal trespass – and dangerous – you could get around OK and once in a while catch a ride with someone you would never have met in your regular life. [Do not t...
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