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Banks America by T. M. Hudenburg

Banks America it’s raining, it’s pouringold-monied bankers are snoringdreaming wetly on a Sunday morning whether to still those robo-pensthat keep scribbling and scribblingsignature after signature accepting...

Two Poems by TA Harrison

This Planet Let me live here in this placeLet me thrive just onceOn this imagined planetThis alternative mental dimension called dreamCalled hallucinationWhere streets are dotted...

Two Poems by John Tompkins

Skip Ad Flash of lightGlimpse of a crisp fontPerfect kerningGleaming teethSaturated colorHigh contrastSoothing noiseSmiles everywhereWork in a pair of breastsTrigger the reward center Permeate a scentSummon...

Two Poems by Jona Colson

The Stroke followed him up the back stairs,through the kitchen door, passing me at the tableand into the living room where he collapsed on the floor.I picked...

Two Poems by Lennie Lianne

BY THE BLACK THREAD OF A ROAD I sit lingering on the rimof some meandering water,my legs tucked under me,and daydream he’s driving on the black...

Four Poems by Lori Tsang

approaching eternity the navigator is the bishop’sdaughter  he said before he left us planted in the astronomers’meadow  head thrown backand eyes open to the nighti study...

Blue Friday or the Bluest Blue by Susan Scheid

I got the Blues so bad my eyes are invisible I got the Blues so bad people think I’m a river I got the Blues so bad I have...

Three Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Thrownness A choice? Not one of those.And now Martin with his thrownness.I am a javelin with dangling heredity legs.Booster cables for the heart's long winter.Salamander-crawled...

Two Poems by Rebecca Leet

Under Cover of NonsenseYou’ve Got to Be Carefully TaughtSong from South Pacific We lived in Milwaukee in the 1950’sand I learned the ditty when I...

Two Poems by James White

Time is a surgeon I am a spoke.Turning clockwise, notat all the wiser.Choices dig their roots intosoil without my consent but Iwater them anyway.A mossy...

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Two Poems by Bill Ratner

They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells...

 IF FREEDOM DIES by Alan Abrams

IF FREEDOM DIES What’s next for us, if freedom dies–For those of us, they smear as woken—must we wear their yoke of lies? They seal their...

Three Poems by Lesley Younge

Rock Paper Scissors Water. water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater water to...
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