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6 PM ON THE BQE

Joel Allegretti

6 PM ON THE BQE Waiting to exit, a dozen cars deep, I glance out the driver-side window and, beyond six over- worked lanes, behold rolling gray acres of gravestones. As the minutes perish and blow across ...

There is No Brooklyn Bound F Service

Jennifer Juneau

There is No Brooklyn Bound F Service no F trains from this station, the sign says at 42nd street & sixth avenue (where you spent your day) to get to the lower east side (where you’ll spend your night) you must take t...

Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque)

Peter Marra

Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque) There is always beauty in the hissing sounds. The alternating camera speeds reveal a long-lashed woman; touching experimental films, she has a forceful birth to destroy ...

The Trumpeters

Michael Rothenberg

The Trumpeters Cowards in white sheets, the skinhead cops and racists, the religious working men and women who think a woman’s place is in the kitchen and children are to be seen and not heard, and believe people of...

For Bob Marley and other poems

Tsaurah Litzky

For Bob Marley I grind the beans for my morning coffee, organic fair trade beans from Trader Joe’s in the electric coffee grinder my father gave me so long ago, the smell of happiness fills my kitchen, th...

No One’s Beat Samsara and Other Poems

Peter Marti

No One’s Beat Samsara You just can’t win vs. that Wheel of Birth & Death when you have women, mojo and looks, something else will be missing—your teeth haven't all been accounted for and now an ex is asking for ...

This Cat Is Now My Cat & other poems

Craig Kite

This Cat Is Now My Cat I hope that my girlfriend doesn't come back tonight. In fact, I hope my girlfriend never comes back. I hope that her cat becomes my cat. It basically already is. I fucking love this cat. Thi...

Three Poems by Eve Packer

Eve Packer

in the realm of i was heading west from ave b between 1st & 2nd, a storefront opposite the Gas Station, to do the errand i had been asked, i was heading to e. 3rd between 1st & 2nd, to a building where dave burrell...

Two Poems About the Village

Arthur Nersesian

EAST VILLAGE REMAINS Last night in East Village the garbage was tossed out only to wash ashore along 2nd Avenue resold by peddlers, bought by the hopeless few who see a nostalgia, a bargain, who take it home try ...

Perfect

Sarah Bernstein

Perfect Precise line Formed On top of Precise line Invisibly Perfect Excel at Gluing at Handwriting at Removing Splinters Cutting Bangs Perfect Feeling Walk on Hot sand Hand on Stove Fingers in Oil Boil...

I Sing the Body Electric

Walt Whitman

I Sing the Body Electric —1— I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge ...

before we could speak

Dennis Cruz

before we could speak the specter of death smiling, Cleopatra uncrossing her legs. a small glimpse into the infinite then it’s over a bad dream lingering like egg yolk or menstrual blood on your tongue I w...

Classical Music Lover

Ron Kolm

Classical Music Lover I was sitting behind the cash register In Eastside Bookstore On a warm summer afternoon In June, 1976. The evening junkie group nod Hadn’t started yet, But they would eventually Shuffle in...

The Meaning of Existence

Phillip Giambri

The Meaning of Existence Two grungy old winos with damaged faces, sitting on the window ledge of the vitamin store on First Ave @ 14th sharing a bottle in a bag, bummin’ smokes from passersby, and discussing ...

Puzzles Partly, He Shoe

Jim Leftwich

Puzzles Partly, He Shoe Moments falsify no aspect of talisman or tale. Nor talus as source of value, nor described by the book in uncharted enchantment, entire hand-picked shifting presents, p resents, pre sents, shriek s...