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War and Politics by Megan Hann
The soldier stated on war—Die before the startIt saves food and gasolineAnd torment in peace—It’s a fucking haiku from up hereBad advice is turningInto beautiful poetryAnd I’m starting to see the humourIn this hopeless situationThat I’ve found myself withinI’m on the edge of mindAnd the plunge is screamingI need to fly freeBut do you thinkReally…
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after/life lore by Nadia Gerassimenko
another chance / to have it / all / (&) right / we the molecules / coast / free / of bodies broken / & breaking / away / above / in the ether / we eat cotton clouds / for breakfast / for lunch & dinner / we consume / & consummate / poetry…
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The Contortionist and the Strong Man by Emilia Joan Hamra
On tiptoe I extend my fingers toward the dark mouths of stage’s end, their glittering rows of hot teeth. On whose shoulders do I live? My toes grip, my calves bulge like nervous eyes. I can trust him with my neck. He is the strong man, these are the shoulders I tried to push away…
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Poetry by Mela Blust
distance the sun shakes itself loose from the plaster of clouds, still awakening from the sigh of last night’s cold you stoke the fire with your bruised tongue your hands all over my thighs your eyes, everywhere but you invent new languages in things left unsaid quiescence falls between us an alarming tranquility that you…
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On the Road to Grassy Meadows with Philip Glass by Ron Tobey
West Virginia natives drive the 2nd class state highways hellbenttwisted curled asphalt counter-graded blind curvesserpentine treachery downhillout of forested mountains into valley sinks kamikaze deer lurk at dawn at dusk invisibleour stretch of Smoot-Dawson is death alleythree persons killed in two years ramming trees and fences on curves at 50 mphand a deer totals my farm helper’s caron…
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Poetry by James Diaz
My life as a fallen star Maybe it was the way the light worked its way into everything when you were too young to work out the dark from the not-so-dark. The way even your father’s pain glowed some nights. A tree could only take you so far up, and it always hurt on the…
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We Sing by Angelo Colavita
Angelo Colavita lives and writes in Philadelphia, where he serves as Founding Editor of Empty Set Press and Associate Editor at Occulum Journal. He is the author of two chapbooks of poetry, Flowersonnets (2018) and Heroines (2017), as well as a full-length epic poem, Nazareth (forthcoming, Apep Publications). His work has appeared in The Shoutflower, Wildness…
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A Psalm for Red Lands (Excerpt) by Keven Guynn
Intro Within you lies a divine message. A cryptic psalm. Would you recoil if you heard your omniscient song? Would you question your sanity? Would you deny the source? Would you remain silent? Better yet, what if your purpose is to decipher that prescient hymn? I’m not trying to convince you of anything. Seriously, all…
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Yacht Rock by Chris McCreary
Resplendent, spear gored, the wedding guest would still be shouting if he hadn’t come within that single fathom. Over you go, the both of you, into the photo on the guidebook’s dust jacket flap. The volcano has either already erupted or is just about to, smoke stacks poking anachronistically through the power grid. Somebody ought…
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Poetry by Jon Terranova
Ben So it was me and you. In the bath tub. Downstairs with Star Trek VHS. Us with Enid Blyton books lined up. Us skidding down church centre halls on our knees. Us playing footy on the village green and booting it into the graveyard. The one where you now reside. Us cross streaming in…
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