Three PoemsRosie Stockton

Follow Me trauma’d palm trees listening with the crawl space rat’s path toward ashes sniffing the home depot stones & methane drains to contain our watery sex & shit from flooding vice against the vined wire bordering where our pending … Continue reading "Three Poems"

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Three PoemsBrad Flis

Anthropocene The end of the world is so basic. Oh hey there’s Eugene. Hey Eugene! Recently she’s obsessed with death, she says. One death she studies is in manuscript template: Crowbar belle lettrist in a suite of marjoram. I’m sorry … Continue reading "Three Poems"

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Nemean 1 the Starrrrrrs are outJay Gaunt

Pindar carving horses out of instituted soap   “Storm-swift” horses clocking rhomboid contour   into the afterworld— song’s demi-glaze encasing   moneyed sky, custard blush. Heracles made pillars   being tubes that siphoned cash all the way   into the … Continue reading "Nemean 1 the Starrrrrrs are out"

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Blood PinkKristin Grogan

The funeral parlor, body on slab, is the archetype of more than one branch of transsexual horror. Frankenstein is probably the most immediate resonance: a corpse, laid out prone, then meddled with by a deranged doctor, rises from the plinth … Continue reading "Blood Pink"

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Augusta Savage’s Invitation to StudyLaura Nelson

“We step into another world when the smiling face of Miss. Savage welcomes us into her sanctuary of industry and dreams …….. !” In 1934, Linden LaRue Perrine wrote a report of a visit to the basement studio of the … Continue reading "Augusta Savage’s Invitation to Study"

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PoemSyd Staiti

today was the day   we were going to make it   all the way over to there   before we knew it—     “they should’ve done it differently”   “it was never there in the first place”   … Continue reading "Poem"

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Is the Rectum a Shopping Mall?Hendri Yulius Wijaya

1. Is the rectum a shopping mall: where the old grave was overhauled and gentrified from the bottomless pit of time & the boundless boundaries of pleasures into the automated bright lights at the parking lots eating alive your Amex … Continue reading "Is the Rectum a Shopping Mall?"

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Four PoemsPhoebe Glick

Nothing about Tomorrow How will it be different in the future? It probably won’t. Is there a future? There are the limits of the body: age / illness / something else not said out loud. For example, yesterday I couldn’t … Continue reading "Four Poems"

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