Four Poems

Eric Sneathen

North Bay I can’t be near you today When I’m writing I need A universe of space. It’s real When I see among all The boys’ fluttering asses Peeling into the ocean’s White crashing surge. Three Of them are so … Continue reading “Four Poems”

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Eyelines

Stephen Ira

When director Richard Williams set out to make Who Framed Roger Rabbit? in 1988, no one had really attempted anything like it before. Although, of course, people had. If you’re anything like me, for example, you remember the several extraneous … Continue reading “Eyelines”

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Three Poems

Rosie 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 Poems

Brad 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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Poem

Syd 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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Four Poems

Phoebe 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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Meals

Ryan Dobran

Anxiety is its own prolonged unreckoning this visionary script moves like an old hand shaking wild playtime kissed into the layers of muscle at home base no less than being still, we press on into the night   earnest garbage … Continue reading “Meals”

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Four Poems

Isaac 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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Two Poems

Cam 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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