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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....

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...