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the perfect child

steve dalachinsky

i am a descendant of those that have survived for centuries & my mother wanted me to be the perfect child i am still amazed that people know how to make doors their ingenuity baffles me way beyond that of a beaver & its...

Other Body Parts Are Worthy of Attention

Hal Sirowitz

“My problem is I’m both attracted and repelled by the male organ.” —Diane Keaton, Manhattan I hope you don’t quote me as saying I like your sexual organ, she said. There are better things I�...

Poetry Toys

Sparrow

Yes, there are bobble- head dolls of Poe, but where are the action figures of Auden? Bob Ross, oil on canvas, 24" x 30", 2014 by Samoa Moriki --Sparrow Sensitive Skin 12 av...

Sing This One Back to Me

Bob Holman

Honeybee honeybee deep in the honeytree Do not tell me to suck dry the tips of whip grass Swan sway swan sway Ganges flows all day Would you send me off then to the blasting seas? Tale singer nightingale crooner carousin...

The Doctor, Part 97

Sean Flaherty

The way my fingers fit beginning at the sternum, moving along the rib bones, each time I see the Doctor, each time I leave her office it seems easier to say “I am dying.” Photograph by Jeff Spirer ...

What Friends Say

Pete Simonelli

Jason moved across the floor on his hands and knees, I see him this way constantly, in that scooting motion, making his way to the records lined against the other wall. Dawn is lighting up outside. He says, “You have...

8th Street Station (Yin-Yang)

Ron Kolm

I met you At the Grey Gallery Across from Washington Square Park. We were going to the opening Of The Left Front: Radical Art in the “Red Decade.” We ate all the peanuts And most of the chips That were set out...

In General

Michael Randall

My friends tend to laugh when I bare my soul and slowly nod when I tell a joke These things occur to me only when I’m high and might have no truth whatsoever I’m most honest when purely drunk yet somehow pure be...

Our Heavy Metal Life

Jose Padua

Sometimes I like to imagine that my family and I are a heavy metal band, playing gigs in the southern states, riding in a big tour bus that has skulls painted on the side, and a big decal of the grim reaper wielding hi...

Oakland

Marc Olmsted

Ocean fog thick in the avenue night white Christmas lights in October Shamrock Arms Bar glowing green & red through clear quartz-glass block front the Dead Sailor Girls will play tomorrow salt taste in air wher...

It Is Not Here on Earth What I Am Seeking

Jack Micheline

I don’t know what I am seeking In the cool night rivers and birds a sensuous lip a rainbow of dreams past waterfalls the ruins of cities appear and fade in front of me awkward man he dresses and clowns seeking lov...

justin hott at the airport

Emily XYZ

Justin Hott was a retail analyst for Bear Stearns I met at LaGuardia airport one night heading back to Detroit in December 2007, shortly before his company imploded. What is the basis of greed / wanting to be free of ...

Grass

J. D. King

(i love the scent of fresh cut grass) the mower is black mostly with bright orange parts illustration by JD King no engine to cut is to hear the whir of the reel and to smell fresh cut gra...

(10.1.13 will never come again.)

Bonny Finberg

Take the gas mask off. Take a bath. Take the cake. Take the China exit. Hell is out there too, Other people’s concern, Gods’ voices, at it like grownups In the front seat. Photograph from the Wall Str...

Owls

John S. Hall

by This Fuckin' Guy (as told to John S. Hall) Owls don’t seem so fucking wise to me. They look like dicks, usually, With their chests all puffed out and shit, Like they’re saying “Fuck me? No--fuck you!” But ...