mycelium and the big bad electrovestigial experience by richard kerwin

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July 6, 2015
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    richard kerwin     mycelium and the big bad electrovestigial experience   do you understand my language   i cannot dive as deeply as you sink   i looked at the pool but didn’t see the rain   pigeons and carl sagans agree fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the police   i eat […]


Two Poems by Tyler Gobble

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July 6, 2015
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  Two Poems by Tyler Gobble     Of Grief   One of the heaviest sufferers is Shakespeare. Unnatural, miming a small piece of death, people So overwhelmed. Pleasure, it sure was swell   And without aching, we find the key unlocking. The last supper dreaded. It is clean, simple, an end Which has harmony […]


utterance : a process by which we make crude tools by Carleen Tibbetts

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July 6, 2015
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  Carleen Tibbetts     utterance : a process by which we make crude tools   helical is not that which incandesces but that which spirals   confusing desire with grammar such betrayal   just like words & water people find the level at which they wish to be & is that a not, too, […]


Feast on Top of A Smudged Glass Ceiling by Samantha Duncan

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July 6, 2015
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    Feast on Top of A Smudged Glass Ceiling by Samantha Duncan   A version of victory: yams and glazes come in shades of every woman created. Feast of fatty eyes, posed mouths, syrup of age, a hooker and a milkmaid sharing secrets on the dessert cart. A friendly reminder of how not to […]


i want to break you by candace holmes

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July 6, 2015
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  candace holmes     i want to break you     “i want to break you open” like a sand dollar and clutch your five chalky dove teeth in the padded pocket of my left cheek       candace holmes currently writes and resides in chicago. she probably ate too much indian food […]


Two Poems by Lucy Tiven

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July 6, 2015
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  Two Poems by Lucy Tiven     Centripetal Force   Light scattered over the pool all morning. I’m not gone   but I’m going in now. See. You have to plummet toward the drain like a fruit pit   to see what your god wants from you. Mark Rothko painted one self-portrait   titled […]


Two Poems by Cait Cole

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July 6, 2015
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  Two Poems by Cait Cole       Dun     She ain’t no / belle he said. Oil dark hair and olive skin.   Get a grip / son he said. I see she got sins in ’er teeth.   I may be a woman but I’m no fool. Get my gun / […]


Profile: Kyle Schlesinger of Cuneiform Press by Andrew Miller

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July 6, 2015
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Photo courtesy of Devaki Knowles.   Profile: Kyle Schlesinger of Cuneiform Press By Andrew Miller   With a 15-year retrospective planned this summer, Cuneiform Press will celebrate its continued connection between the origins of written communication and modern technology, as well as natural progression of the art from master to apprentice to artisanal craft. Marfa […]


Review: War of the Foxes by Richard Siken

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July 6, 2015
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  Review: War of the Foxes by Richard Siken By David Anthony Martin War of the Foxes: Copper Canyon Press. 47 pages, $17.00, paper.   In War of the Foxes, the poet and painter, Richard Siken, questions the impetus of artistic creation, the meanderings of word choice and revision in the artist’s attempt to translate […]


Review: Slant of Arils by Donia Mounsef

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July 6, 2015
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  Review: Slant of Arils by Donia Mounsef By Sonya Vatomsky   Slant of Arils, by Donia Mounsef. Damaged Goods Press. 45 pages. $6.00, paper; $3.00, ebook.   Slant of Arils is the first chapbook from Damaged Goods Press, a new micro-press dedicated to queer/trans poetry and flash fiction, and it is an utterly delightful […]


Review: The Bone and the Body by Laura Kochman

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July 6, 2015
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  Review: The Bone and the Body by Laura Kochman By Sonya Vatomsky The Bone and the Body, by Laura Kochman. Midland PA: BatCat Press. 77 pages. $18.00, paper.   I believe this may be the truth: I have put off writing a review since I devoured Laura Kochman’s full-length debut The Bone and the […]


Fruita Pulp: Issue #9 May/June

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May 5, 2015
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  Fruita Pulp: Issue #9 May/June Sarah Bartlett Caroline Cabrera Jason Bradford Emily O’Neill Joe Milazzo Scherezade Siobhan Vincent Poturica Isabelle Davis Andrew Sargus Klein Mark Meneses An Interview With Ali Znaidi Marginalia: Jack Mueller’s Amor Fati by Danny Rosen Review: Stationed Near the Gateway by Margaret Bashaar Chapbook: Tandem by Dalton Day      


Two Poems by Sarah Bartlett

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May 5, 2015
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    Being From Here   Are we really afraid of the dog buried under the shed reaching out its bones for a touch Being alone isn’t a final gesture What I really want is the resurrection of everyone I ever loved I would put them in a room and never go inside Death the […]


from PRUSSIAN BLUE by Caroline Cabrera

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May 5, 2015
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    from PRUSSIAN BLUE     Summon all unfounded feelings and name them Prussian blue. Imagine them as a thick sweet smoke in a small glass house or imagine them as a cat. Know these specters have a shape and occupy space; everything crawling inside you is real. Is pressured.   *    I […]


A Poem For My Mom by Jason Bradford

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May 5, 2015
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          Jason Bradford currently resides in Wilmington, NC, where he is an MFA candidate at UNCWilmington. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Laurel Review, Similar:Peaks::, Jellyfish Magazine, and Four Chambers. Final Thursday Press published his chapbook, The Inhabitants.      


Two Poems by Emily O’Neill

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May 5, 2015
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    please don’t him them     bent / heat / who hurt the roots & grew up crooked / lead   melted into water tells the future / better than rising sun / gold drips   molten before filigree / before getting bent / alchemy   tries at godhood but can’t make the […]


A Hearth Full of Demagogues [Incendios En El Hogar] by Joe Milazzo

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May 5, 2015
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    A Hearth Full of Demagogues [Incendios En El Hogar]   Gates of iron gild the ringing of your foreign village, chambers scented with cornmeal no longer yours to diagram.   Not with rivers dreaming there in the forgotten flesh of guavas, sour as Wednesday’s optimisms.   Or a sleeping world’s edge numbered among […]


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