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Conception of Love

Tate Swindel

Conception of Love for Leslie Winer Remember when we were younger When it was acceptable to lie down on the sidewalk Our cheeks pressed again...

Last Time

Lynn Alexander

Last Time The last time we parted we were getting into our cars and I remarked how it was such sweet sorrow, and we laughed, already thinking about next time. But that would be our last time and now it’s strange to ...

SKIN HEAD

Michael Rothenberg

SKIN HEAD This planet needs more martyrs Yay martyrs! Sacrificed on the Altar of the Holy Beast For the sake of the Holy Dream! Poet Hang, E. 4th St. Ave. B, 1979, photograph by Philip Pocock Everybody kno...

Attrition

D. Nurkse

Attrition When we were children our teacher explained the war. She drew it on the blackboard until her chalk squealed. The dust of her erasers made us cough. What had she drawn? Rommel’s pincer movements? The oval m...

Brooklyn

Todd Colby

Brooklyn The trees in Brooklyn are the same color as cooked hamburger. I know the song of the cardinal and it goes a little something like this. Pangs twist a belly, until it dawns, eat! The light in early Decemb...

THE SADDEST MAN ON EARTH…

Alan Kaufman

THE SADDEST MAN ON EARTH... ...ignored how the rain felt as he left home for the last time Wore down his boot heels searching for the woman of his dreams, but never understood tha...

The Loneliness of a Lost Horseshoe

Valery Oisteanu

The Loneliness of a Lost Horseshoe I did not dream a broken bone, a hole in my foot But my limbs suffered from accidental falls Biographers would be seduced by my pain-blues I have shattered my toes, some of them twic...

Service Agreement

William Lessard

Service Agreement The service provider does not guarantee, represent, or warrant that your use of the application will be uninterrupted or error-free. You agree that the service provider may cancel the service at any time...

Taxi Night

Cliff Fyman

Taxi Night I WANT YOU TO STOP! Like don’t go with me! I’m sure it’s fine, maybe I don’t need to go, I don’t know, maybe I should just wait ‘till morning. Like I don’t know! If I wait another hour ...

Bunny Embers

Jane Ormerod

Bunny Embers A melody ponytail, a middle-name smile, an old-fashioned jig with the neighbors. A wipe of the windscreen, sunscreen. Gimme the Carter, the Marlowe, the town protector, the well-breakfasted, the special ones ...