Poetry

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August 17, 2016
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Poems & Collages by Dara Cerv

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September 11, 2015
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  Poems & Collages by Dara Cerv           TODAY INSIDE OF ME I encountered a person a part of me who wants to dissect to the point of disappearance it fingered the organs of the chest I pictured hovering in front of me OK we said the therapist and I my […]


Distressed / A Pulling by Jenna Cardinale

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September 11, 2015
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      Distressed / A Pulling     I am trying        maybe desperately to work hard   as a lemon.        To accomplish that        much.   To inoculate myself against these architectural decisions.      The support    beams haven’t    rotted.         They’re crafted                       to look like this.   But I really just want    to have another terrible […]


Two Poems by Jeff Whitney

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September 11, 2015
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    Two Poems by Jeff Whitney     Better Days i All week a woman down the street has been licking a shotgun. On the toilet, at the foot of her bed, on the roof under the moon’s open eye. Of course, nobody knows this. In the mornings they pass by in cars like […]


Two Poems by Cassandra de Alba

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September 11, 2015
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    Two Poems by Cassandra de Alba     slippage   in mexico there is a high school named after my grandfather & what have i done with my life. flowers on the counter shriveling in summer heat. i dream about a back seat and a boy, pulling a dead glittered fish out of […]


Kayla Rae Candrilli

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September 11, 2015
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When adulterers walk with the sun at their backs, they try to align the shadows of their hands, so one might slip into the other— a black hole, a rat snake’s burrow. When they do merge, the adulterers feel it in their genitals and grit their teeth. This is what the beginning and the end […]


What I did with my month off by Alison Thumel

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September 11, 2015
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    What I did with my month off   I didn’t go to the exhibit at the modern art museum With the German sculptor everyone couldn’t stop Talking about she split stones like shelled peas I stirred into my soups at night when I couldn’t sleep Again I dreamed my mother told me she […]


Two Poems by Jessie Janeshek

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September 11, 2015
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    I Don’t Want for Reflection, Billy the Kid, a Duet for Five Fingers   Light’s high through these bones out of my sky and into you skull as you said you could teach me               each thump a descent antler sequester               City of Rocks. I can’t tell if the barking’s woman or wolf and […]


Two Poems by Eric Tyler Benick

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September 11, 2015
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    Two Poems by Eric Tyler Benick     Fox Hunt   Concave and convex happen simultaneously   or so I was told by a soup bowl   May of 1956 Newark, New Jersey   lapping both sides to get full   I caught my own reflection in a hubcap and let my snout […]


Three Poems by Janelle Rainer

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September 11, 2015
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  Three Poems by Janelle Rainer     Fly   He spent the last ten years in one prison or another,   working out three times a day, doing 800 burpees   in his cell. I didn’t ask why he went to prison.   He just said life was more fun back then. Now, he’s […]


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