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Three Double TakesPoetry

Three Double Takes

Wim ColemanFebruary 15, 2020

1 allegretto A zebra with a party horn and hat has crashed your thirtieth. This creature was your friend when you were three and…

I felt so secure I even wanted the flies therePoetry, Readings

I felt so secure I even wanted the flies there

Daniel J. Flore IIIFebruary 13, 2020

I was sick reading the bible given to me by a friend I kept thinking I was going into the blessing he put on…

HIS T-SHIRTPoetry

HIS T-SHIRT

Jefferson CarterFebruary 8, 2020

His burnt-orange t-shirt, black letters above the image of an AR-15, the slogan: “quickest way to a man’s heart.” I’d describe him, but why…

Killing conspicuousPoetry

Killing conspicuous

Tom StrongFebruary 5, 2020

I’m that dead tree standing sullen in a secluded summer grove waiting for winter to make me indistinguishable from my peers.

in pursuit of dead presidentsPoetry

in pursuit of dead presidents

Obed LadinyFebruary 2, 2020

you took away the fruits of the womb, along with the dear heart I once promised 'forever' to, with your lies. all i ever…

Lies Told by a MetronomePoetry

Lies Told by a Metronome

Wim ColemanJanuary 31, 2020

With the smirk of a soulless sociopath, the metronome spreads vicious libels against the sanity of protoplasmic cadences. * The metronome is a jealous…

One rupee coinFiction

One rupee coin

Jay GandhiJanuary 30, 2020

A fast train from Pradipghat would take around 45-50 minutes to reach Bharatgadh. Marvan would travel daily between the two stations, in a second…

I hated TamaquaPoetry, Readings

I hated Tamaqua

Daniel J. Flore IIIJanuary 29, 2020

https://soundcloud.com/user-394055377/i-hated-tamaqua-live I hated Tamaqua and the early morning light in sleepy eyes the leftover drunks wandering around the gazebo the food stamp fat ass…

spiegel im spiegelPoetry

spiegel im spiegel

Michael AckerJanuary 24, 2020

an ocean of inquiries, curious inspections, questions swelling since that primordial day of light when our minds first opened their eyes will, one day,…

Gateleg TablePoetry

Gateleg Table

Joan ColbyJanuary 23, 2020

Walnut with turned legs That unfold in a triptych For dining or card play. Carried in an ox-cart from Minnesota To a Dakota homestead.…

My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicidePoetry

My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide

Daniel J. Flore IIIJanuary 18, 2020

My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide but neither one of us feels like playing…