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Remembering a Woman Who Died 30 Years Ago

Kit Kennedy

Remembering a Woman Who Died 30 Years Ago Am I the last to find out how she made leaves take on a cloak of paint masquerading fact for impression? The simple movement light up and down being there no matter what ...

Shatter My Body but Let My Spirit Roam Free

Dorothy Friedman

Shatter My Body but Let My Spirit Roam Free When all these lyrics have broken through the silences I will be born into a more contemplative life-- to be what I have always been and more, a thing unstuck from the womb o...

Seven Gifts

Chavisa Woods

Seven Gifts (di Ego Godgifu, Latin: the self is the gift of god) di Ego Godgifu cut off these arms and take them down to the broke place of broken trees and give them back their broke arms cut off this tongue and u...

Federico

Jürgen Schneider

Federico Those men of gold still drink Silver-whisky next to the volcanoes, Their cities of wire and death Their life a life-long Sunday. Captain Nestares murdering still, Lead-head His name exchangeable So...

Sensitive Skin Books

A Change in the Weather (revised)

Ron Kolm

Sensitive Skin is proud to present A Change in the Weather, a new collection of poems by legendary downtown poet Ron Kolm, founding member of the Unbearables and author of The Plastic Factory, Divine Comedy, Suburban Ambush,...

Formula / Expansive

Randee Silv

Formula / Expansive Formula: It can be tagged. It has a title. A double. A triple parallel. Trespassing permitted on immediate concreteness. A latched gate stood by itself to an enclosure enclosed. It fell and went un...

Salt Water

Randi Hoffman

Salt Water Riding the waves with my father at the Jersey Shore, I feel seaweed wrapping around my legs and taste the salt water of the Atlantic Ocean. I am eight years old, and I love the ocean smell and the glaring hot ...

Let’s Get Rid of Nature

Deborah Pintonelli

Let’s Get Rid of Nature (for Peter Christensen) Nature, you’re just a bad mother. Provoker of cycles of neverending Thickening and thinning. Emptying and refilling. You’re just a sentimental journey you sentime...

Nightscape

Yuko Otomo

nightscape (for Steve) in the distant darkness an ocean crashes against itself it is silent you stand & look at waves as if they were a fatal dream reality pity, charity or love of any kind do not weig...

Portland Sheets

Marc Olmsted

First Ladies First

Bonny Finberg

First Ladies First i The gold on the lamp is the gold on the chair is the gold on her cheeks and slitted eyes. Her skin, scrubbed to red, the frost on her face matters, fostered in dungeons, by ogres and witches...

o shitty guitar

Thurston Moore

o shitty guitar o shitty guitar we walk down the bowery down the street flashing time ginsberg orlovsky sitting stoops holding hands (on the subway) how dare they beautiful in the heat daring daring young old me...

A Crushed Pepsi Can Floats Down

Bud Smith

A Crushed Pepsi Can Floats Down your side of the world is flooded mine is on fire helicopters circle dropping emptied juice boxes candy bar wrappers crusts from sub-par sandwiches these days even god has a day job ...

The Second Half of the Second Decade of the Twenty First Century

Joel Landmine

A Hundred Tongues

Mitch Corber

A Hundred Tongues A hundred tongues lead me to steer the impossible far-gone conclusions of a sleuth chewing on a clue. In turning an inner ear to the serious nature of plates, I break one, to see what it’s made of....