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Dorothy Parker Will Have Her Revenge on Manhattan

Joseph P. O'Brien

Dorothy Parker Will Have Her Revenge on Manhattan Sipping gin & mercury at dawn's bloodthirsty light, she hears the harlequins throb inside their wombs, and she whispers: "God have mercy." Below the maddened crowd, ...

Poet in a Shade of Jade

Sheila Maldonado

Poet in a Shade of Jade I am so jealous of how poor you are of how you are poor your particular stilo pobre The way you put no cash and no money together is uncanny This aesthetic lack of change combined with l...

FREEDOM

Bob Holman

FREEDOM Thanks to Darryl Alladice FREEDOM to put lima beans and black-eyed peas together FREEDOM to take off BB King's watch FREEDOM to shout "Let's hit it" on every Other beat FREEDOM to look at everybody whenever yo...

Praise Song for Today

Jose Padua

Praise Song for Today I am writing in praise of sloth, in praise of doing nothing and by nothing I don’t mean watching television or sleeping, I mean doing nothing: no moving about the house with your arms hanging l...

Passion and Materialism

Jim Feast

Passion and Materialism As I walk, pushing through the flood of the crowd, awash under the breakneck pull of the Flushing stores; the racial mixture, muddy colored, vibrant, mulatto, trying to remember her face ...

Dog Daze of Summer

Patricia Carragon

Dog Daze of Summer These are the Dog Daze of Summer it’s time to go to work! Leave by half past eight and the tin can snake is late again doing its snail’s waltz on rails. Play Solitaire in your head, waste...

The Fear

Thaddeus Rutkowski

THE FEAR I have the fear, But I’m not running around, yelling, “I have the fear!” It is a quiet fear centered in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes it bubbles up when I remember who caused the fear (it was no...

The Logger’s Lament

Jay Frankston

Yesterday’s Hero "I was 12 years old when I got my first axe. Fifteen when I got my first chain saw. I was young, and strong, and proud. My father took me into the woods with him and showed me how we could ...

The Day After

Puma Perl

The Day After My messages all sound the same. I’m sick I can’t believe it I’m crying I don’t know what to do All of us caught, unprepared, unarmed. Yesterday, I deliberated for hours, trying to cho...

The Elephant’s Tale

Maggie Dubris

THE ELEPHANT’S TALE An excerpt from BrokeDown Palace But what was it like, really? Those wild west, blow-your-head-out times that everyone wishes they were a part of. Like a pot, like a plow "There was hero...