Four PoemsIsaac Pickell

name/brand on a windy day breaking those hottest Midwestern months   where most everything is wishing for death   or winter, a single dried petal from that little blue flower   with a cute colloquial name, shrunk beyond its living … Continue reading "Four Poems"

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selected patents from Monsanto BallooningAndy Martrich

EP 430511 B1 20010207 Chimeric gene in sunflower and sugar beet as a model for enhanced plant resistance to glutamine synthase inhibitor and herbicide Insect-resistant tomato plant is capable of fending off aphid cutworm flea beetle hornworm nematode and whitefly … Continue reading "selected patents from Monsanto Ballooning"

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we are all dangerous until our fears grow thoughtfulalex cruse

I. Around phenomena a glow surfaces humanity is politically predefined, all space is personal and every clock emphasizes wartime “Going dark” on cell phones a way to generate data (absence as a form of data) during demonstrations while the stars … Continue reading "we are all dangerous until our fears grow thoughtful"

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Two PoemsCam Scott

Surfeit Writ, with Time Constraint A green collection in the field. Or try again without opprobrium. Make better work for good. The copula will see to that whatever word One puts down will suffice to grow the poem as a … Continue reading "Two Poems"

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The SuburbsPaul Vogel

A slight striation brings us to an opalescent aquapit of algae-grazing crustaceans and pedal boat taverns.   Take I-94 West past the tropical shrublands, along a spidery slum of houses built on planks of sun-bleached ipe and thatch.   Next … Continue reading "The Suburbs"

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from IntramuralJulia Bloch

I drag an archive of icons across the desktop. I am always drawn to wilderness. I square the mass of lines, their accumulated, gossiping cells. My grandmother planned to become an engineer, but got pregnant and left university. I sift … Continue reading "from Intramural"

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Three PoemsRob Halpern

On the Rise and Fall of the Bolivar Fuerte If only I could dissociate value from the work My index finger performs when I write which isn’t even Labor but something I want to call love coz it’s useless By … Continue reading "Three Poems"

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Are You Hearing It Now?Charles Theonia

after movement   rejoining the still breath catches    in the particulars        little snores mean   you haven’t  died in your sleep   rain that touches    everything yes now     on shore we praise the iconic  intro of dance with … Continue reading "Are You Hearing It Now?"

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