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three poems by Sean Neville Those Dopers Really Got Realer T A L K to me, drug of drugs. O F F I C I A L C O M P A N I O N (season 2). Here’s a peek at my powers. Have a free poster. To subscribe visit...
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Triptych of Bobby by Michael Estabrook ONE – Maria Bobby! For crying out loud! Your cousin Maria is beautiful! I just talked with her on the phone. She’s also brilliant and very personable. I can tell...
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Poems by Changming Yuan My Crow: A Recursive Poem Spotting a shadow Above the horizon In my inner ocean The snowy crow Mistook it for the land And has never returned To my little ark Still struggling...
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Path by Allison Grayhurst I look to the earth, it is a shadow made of stone. It turns its grey-lake eyes to me, it dreams a white cloud, communing with trees and growing things – strong in their mutual...
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GEORGIA MORNINGS, by Puma Perl The young man never stopped smiling, as he described his Georgia mornings, filled with reefer and medication. It took my mind off the troubles in my mindhe explained,...
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I guess since my Blogad at Litkicks re-directs here, I oughta mention that you can buy the books at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
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Mayan Sacrifice by Bradley Mason Hamlin the cool thing about living in 2012 is that we made it past the rumors and metaphors of 1984 over & beyond the space age dream of Moon Base Alpha in 1999 or...
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Two Poems by Stephen Page Transition When the cows have eaten all the grass And the butcher cannot buy, What do we do with the clover That has not yet recovered? When the bulls leap barbwire To find...
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As Before by Brent Powers It is done there. Nothing to be done about it. The funerary burnings have begun, all his awful old stuff, old marked-in books and notes on paper, paper files, lengths of paper...
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Four Poems by William Taylor Jr. To Let Others Walk the World I was born into the winter months with a weak heart and frightened eyes I met the big nothing early on took it inside and became immune I...
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Angel at a 25 Degree Angle… by Andrew Gallix (re-printed from Scarecrow Magazine) Imperious, impervious, Girl on the escalator going up, pulling her case behind her like a lapdog on a lead, going up....
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Two Poems by Cassandra Dallett The City In No Particular Order In The City once a year it’s hot enough to ride the 5 Fulton to Ocean Beach Where crashing surf eats sand by the mile an undertow so...
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Three poems by Rob Plath UNTITLED one dark night of the soul instructs us more than 10,000 everydays VICELESS my ex-vices only fueled this superabundance of the blues WALK ABOUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN,...
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Tales of the Landed Gentry by Randall DeVallance Here’s a story that sounds invented but is true. Not that every last detail is factual right down to the letter, but the events I’m about to describe to...
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Braver Far by George Sparling Part 1 The coffee mug screeched at me once too often. I had it with graduate school at he University of Iowa. The instructor of my very first class in American Studies...
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There’s Nothing to Be Ashamed Of by April Salzano Classic line in a lower middle class family, used in reference to food stamps and government cheese, blocks of hard butter and plenty of free eggs. The...
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Pink, In The Midwest by Jasmon Drain It was the first time that I’d seen them. Probably the first they saw someone like me as well, especially going to same school. I’m from Chicago, one of the...
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and you never stop being afraid to fall by Bradley Mason Hamlin lost the words got lost when I slipped into a daydream about the way her boobs feel against my face I had a good poem ready to be cut...
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Meeting Dad Again by Donal Mahoney Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at Toffenetti’s. Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse and...
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