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The Night I Fucked My Alarm Clock

Charles Bukowski

starving in philadelphia i had a small room it was evening going into night and i stood at my window on the 3rd floor in the dark and looked down into a kitchen across the way on the 2nd floor and i saw a beautiful blo...

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Unfinished – A New Translation of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s Poem Fragment

Jenny Wade

Unfinished, a poem fragment by Vladimir Mayakovsky, discovered in M’s papers after his suicide in 1930. Любит? не любит? Я руки ломаю и пальцы разбрасываю разломавши т�...

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Poetry Month Release Reading at Bowery Poetry Club, 5-17-15

The Editors

To celebrate the release of Sensitive Skin #12, the Poetry Month special, we had a reading at the Bowery Poetry Club in NYC. About half of the published poets were able to make it. It was a lot of fun, but if you weren't the...

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Poetry Month, 2015

The Editors

What a Poetry Month it's been! Special thanks to Winston Smith for the back cover. Here's links to all 30 posts: April 1 - John S. Hall and Rick Prol April 2 - Bonny Finberg and Charles Gatewood April 3 - JD King April...

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You – New Translation of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s Poem

Jenny Wade

Ты Пришла— деловито, за рыком, за ростом, взглянув, разглядела просто мальчика. Взяла, отобрала сердце и просто пошла ...

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Suspect Device

Michael Carter

for Seamus Heaney In a cold stone cabin In a deserted Cill Rialaig solstice-tide, West wind wailing through drafty rafters, Enounced aloud “Hrothgar Skyldinga” & your Beowulf by turf-light, Huddled in checkered ...

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Flack from Taylor

Taylor Mead

A President who makes war Against and on Behalf of the Worst of the Arab world. Who sells the country to the Japanese government and its subsidized corporations. Who is a mealy-mouthed lying bastard Banker. W...

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I’ve Got My Shiny Kitten

Sharon Mesmer

— for Yun Peng Hell yeah I’m skinny. My body is COVERED in skin! But I’ve got my shiny kitten and I am not the same person I used to be. Shopping naked with my shiny kitten is like finding out that Beyonc�...

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off on grand boulevard

Norman Douglas

1. fuck you fuck you fuck you scribbled the self- proclaimed, officially acclaimed, pharmaceutically addle-brained bourgeois poet in morning electric’s light. okay, i added the burgher bit because i’m talking cit...

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The Viewing

David Rattray

The wife spoke to me by name: “Thanks so much for coming, David.” Some didn’t want to see him. One wouldn’t even go in. I did. I touched his hand. It was as if he were only sleeping, soft and warm. I never ...

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