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PoetryIs There Freedom in Forgetting or Being Forgotten?
“A breathless Death is not so cold as a Death that breathes.” —Emily Dickinson I’m no Dante, lost though I may be, Nor you…
PoetrySetting Precedent
The man swallowed 480 ball bearings. One sphere a minute during his last eight-hour shift. No unemployment lines for the human anchor sitting upright…
PoetryBig Orange Sun
Come to Italy and live in the sun, you write. Serenity is a giant orange waiting to be plucked from the gnarled tree near…
Poetryhere’s why you do it
write for the lost the fucked the insane most of us are never comfortable anywhere born into a boxer’s stance weak like fading orchids,…
PoetryLeaving the New Hope Farm House
When moving was certain Anna pried off the old wrought iron bell and replaced it with a ghost. An evening echo to ring down…
PoetryMy Co-Workers Are All Ghosts
I stand, pale fine hands clasped over my long skirt and white starched apron - docent to strangers, in the kitchen of an ancient…
PoetryI have never known a Tasmanian…
...though Darling took a charge for one once, and, thrusting her arm into a gum's hollow, she left us well behind to break it…
PoetryQUEPOS
QUEPOS * A chunk of a rare type of meteorite crashed into a Costa Rican village this spring. Experts say it likely contains clues…
PoetryWhat remains behind
My state allows us to compost human remains I imagine a flower growing from your mouth violet or weed? who cares really— be a…
PoetrySweet Jane
Jane from Hastings got me a 25g score of smack from some ex of hers we spread foil and crumble a small amount of…
Poetry, ShowcaseDelainie’s little something or others
Panasonic camcorder as a self portrait At most, it was a routine guess before I had industry down a tunnel. I caught the business…
Fiction, PoetrySelfie with a Dying Cat
I’m at the vet with my roommate while her cat is dying behind a few sets of closed doors, & I notice the purple…