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Fake Lies

Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

FAKE LIES The donor class is warping the loom. Domination is damnation. Defiance is a shortcut to de-finance. We have to scrap for all that’s left. Make of your suffering, charms. The best things are free (like me...

Wallace Stevens Loses His Job

William Considine

Moment in flux: Tuesday, February 8, 1916. Place in passing: 55 Liberty Street, Manhattan, New York City: a new tower, the Liberty Nassau Building, Liberty Tower, first called the Bryant Building for William Cullen Bryan...

Hells Kitchen

Ron Kolm

Hells Kitchen After the war in Vietnam Wound down, and my stint Doing alternative service Came to an end, I had to stop And take stock Of my situation. I could return to Pennsylvania And get a job in a factory D...

Egg Man

Marc Olmsted

My father was in a Twilight Zone, 1961, 'To Serve Man' ("It's a cook book" but he didn't say it) My dad, long gone, is holding a chart for the big headed alien I don't remember why He's a scientist - he's giving his ...

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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 ...