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Poetry by Ryan Keating
—Super Powers— I imagine again the power to move the pavement with my mind on my walk back from the ATM and stop traffic by willing a Volkswagen out of my way just as I am about to cross. In today’s fantasy I am burning up all the trash along the road by a telekinetic…
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Art & Poetry by Danny D. Ford
june afternoon heat like a kitten snagging my will to stay awake in its claws toying with the remains of my weekend Danny D. Ford’s poetry & artwork has appeared in numerous online & print titles including the chapbooks ‘Rocket Propelled Rectum’, ‘Three Poets 5’ – Hickathrift Press, ‘Seven Letter Cities’, ‘Sunshine Junkie’, ‘Flexeril Haikus’, &…
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Poetry by Jenica Lodde
Ariel II We were living in a horse trailer the first night that it happened, travelling from New Mexico to Texas and further East to sell at some big shows my father had heard about. I was sixteen, maybe fifteen—I just know it was a year or two before I left home— my brother two…
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Poetry by Matthew King
Common Redpolls I didn’t know I’d seen them for weeks before I found them conducting a census for science with binoculars hanging around among the die-hard regulars: two common redpolls then day after day I’d count those uncommonly singular two until there came a third one day I counted ten soon estimated dozens for statistical…
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Ask me what I remember by Joseph Byrd
And I’ll say the first heat of our song, pounding like a pair of hounds on our hot and happy piano, bitten with breath. And nobody fought anybody for rhythm, for the fitting together that steamed like a pot of Chai. Whole foyers at the Guthrie gawked as we walked together, after playing with Shakespeare,…
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Social Controls by Michael Igoe 
Inclined to the immediate replete in its complicities. It ferrets out all the details, regardless of hostile power. Engaged in dialogue, rude with a phantom. (There’s always rude phantoms in the works.) Serving as a third party, they’re uninvited guests. Witnessing confessions, they’re invisible arbiters in a comfortable alliance. Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse. Chicago…
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Poetry by Richard LeDue
The Same Do caterpillars dream of flight the same way we fall in our dreams, only to wake up, feeling safe in our belief that nothing has changed? The Closest I’ll Get to a Green Thumb T.S. Eliot planted a corpse in his poem, giving April a metaphorical garden, where the rain meant more than…
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Boardwalk Avenue Fevers by Rye Brayley
Beneath a storming vision two cry Love like music soars and urges shine Need springs from girl to dream Sing to me honey, I ache I go mad for a picture, a tiny gift to worship Delirious, I lust and fall with one whisper Gone, crushed, drunk My sweet sun, dress my life in light…
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Mixed Blue Collar by Everett Cruz
In my father’s body shop, the dual action air sander’s muffled screams drown out the pain of the country music station. Within the cloud of Daytona paint particles, I strip the luster off a Chevy’s fender. And within a fog of questions I wonder if the cerulean I see is the same color as my…
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Poetry by Ryan Diaz
Sunset Salsa Bodies burning like fire, Red skirts and red flames. Everyone moving. Spinning round some Invisible axis. Smashing and crashing, Imploding like atoms. Body to body, Hip to hip, breathless, Slick sweat running down Bare backs. Strangers Moving like lovers, Each of them pretending To love the other back. Tutoring I was never any…
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