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“Super Fly” Stossel
“Super Fly” Stossel
by Matt Crowley
Can anyone forget John Stossel’s infamous 1984 beat-down at the hands of a henchman of the World Wrestling Federation’s big boss Vince McMahon? (Actually I think …
#293
#293
by Kieran Borsden
I died today –
in caulked sand laid flat,
my chest attuned to the tide;
an apparition (of June
and the dark mastery)
of time bled into happier
(skies stolen by an hour beyond …
Fifty-Fifty
Fifty-Fifty
by Patricia Clark
You can have the grackle whistling blackly
from the feeder as it tosses seed,
if I can have the red-tailed hawk perched
imperious …
When at the Edge of the Cliff, Don’t Necessarily Jump
When at the Edge of the Cliff, Don’t Necessarily Jump
by j/j hastain
After many weeks of carving messages to my Beloved into the globe that my Grandpa gave me, I held …
Swing Shift Blues
Swing Shift Blues
by Alan Dugan
What is better than leaving a bar
in the middle of the afternoon
besides staying in it or not
having gone into it in the first place
because you had …
Bold
Bold
by H.R. Howell
Whores bore the hell out of me
with their abnormal-sized asses
and brown roots atop platinum blonde tails
And smart girls bore the hell out of me
with my visions of their …
On how cold you were last night
On how cold you were last night
by Kristina England
I slide a tray from the freezer,
pop each cube into a container.
You corner me at the sink,
press me against the counter,
your mouth …
Suburban Kids with Nothing Better To Do
Suburban Kids with Nothing Better To Do
by Mylo Reyes
There always seems to be
an empty seat on the train,
when I stumble back home
wearing a backpack stuffed with
two nights of staying-with-the-parents.
There’s nothing …
Stained Glass World
Stained Glass World
by JD DeHart
Projected onto the far stone wall
In kaleidoscopic rumination
A strangely polite
Ridiculously Caucasian hagiography.
Aunt Hester
Aunt Hester
by Carol Smallwood
Having to leave the room of my own in Ithaca was difficult. I wanted to remain for the daffodils, to hear bees among the lilacs: even …
Blue in the face
Blue in the face
by Ivan Jenson
Eventually we all
grow tired of being
the very best we can be
and instead settle
for simply showing up
and delivering good
instead of great
and then sometimes
we surprise ourselves
and exceed …
Burning the Book
Burning the Book
by Ron Koertge
The anthology of love poems I bought
for a quarter is brittle, anyway, and comes
apart when I read it.
One at a time, I throw pages on the …
DOGS WHO LIVE IN GLASS HOUSES (SHOULDN’T THROW BONES)
DOGS WHO LIVE IN GLASS HOUSES (SHOULDN’T THROW BONES)
by David Rutter
Let’s go for a ride in my go-cart
I know this race has been compromised
Booby trapped
Jury rigged
Set to blow
Now that does …
Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (23)
Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (23)
by Christopher Barnes
In the Theatre Profane
Inescapable revelations arise,
Head-on to Camera 7…
…An easy-temper hand
Twiddling follicles, bending singed hair –
Sammy lulling Bevan.
Gum-tree stairs crewless. Pan …
3 Bedrooms, 1 Bath
3 Bedrooms, 1 Bath
by Jordan McElheran
keys today. first and last. big
rooms. needs paint. small deck.
must be some memories here. scratched
floor, one brick wall. kid s heights
in door jam— “paint will …
Professor Medusa
Professor Medusa
by Kendra Leonard
Medusa wakes and
wraps her hair, coiling the coils
under, blinding them.
Or at least that’s what the students think. I know, because
at least once a semester some kid tries …
ON HAVING A POEM POSTED
ON HAVING A POEM POSTED
by Randall Nicholas
Taking out a just scrubbed, dried
birdfeeding platform freshened with seed
to hang from its free-standing
arm in the driveway; already
two comments, one from a chickadee,
another from …
SPICE OF LIFE
SPICE OF LIFE
by Casey Bush
While yet another airport official intervened
Thought of my neighbor purchasing Meow Mix
Requesting that I save her place in line at the store
Sprinted back to grab an …
Lilies
Lilies
by Pamela Riley
We got engaged
one dog day afternoon
in the iris garden.
You went down
on both knees,
a gold ring praying
in your pocket
and said you were giving me
one last chance
to compromise.
All I remember …
Sinatra, Sinatra
Sinatra, Sinatra
by Paul Fericano
Sexual reference:
A protruding sinatra
is often laughed at by serious women.
Medical procedure:
A malignant sinatra
must be cut out by a skilled surgeon.
Violent persuasion:
A sawed-off sinatra
is a dangerous weapon at …
The Floater
The Floater
by Kieran Borsden
I can’t breathe through my eyes –
neither sincere, pure nor simple
on the side of the canal;
banked on the edge of a lifetime
expanded in algae
as reanimated dead skin.
I …
What is True
What is True
by Eugene Gendlin
What is true is already so.
Owning up to it doesn’t make it worse.
Not being open about it doesn’t make it go away.
And because it’s true, it …
Bare Trees
Bare Trees
by Janet Yung
The last leaf dropped from the ash tree in the back yard, grass and flower beds under deep cover from the tree’s debris. Last week, before the …
after the deer
after the deer
by Purdey Kreiden
after the deer
nothing appeared
so what we wanted was to slap each other with paint on our hands
and take pictures of the black planet in the lake …
Closer to My Home
Closer to My Home
by Kenneth Sibbett
Closer to My Home
we were the losers
but only grand losers
unbeatable together
so they tore us apart
miscreants and fools
labeled a FishFace, and I
the loyal FishFace friend
we fought …
A Note On The Fridge
A Note On The Fridge
by Joseph Pascucci
Pharaoh /Unpharaoh. The pounding
clock in my kitchen soup. I am going
to the mall. I will be driving a
hearse and yelling profanities out
the window. Smile …
Ephram Pratt Experiences a Burning Joy
Ephram Pratt Experiences a Burning Joy
by Jack e Lorts
Snow exiting holes in the sky,
leading legends into
the backhoe wilderness
of existence,
the elements eliciting
a fragrant joy
mixed with an elixir
of pungent rosemary
torn from the …
Portraits
Portraits
by Mark Irwin
Mother came to visit today. We
hadn’t seen each other in years. Why didn’t
you call? I asked. Your windows are filthy, she said. I know,
I know. It’s from …
Quiet Then
Quiet Then
by A.J. Huffman
He occupied himself with the lighting. Now
I wonder if he wasn’t considering the letters –
all the letters. If so, he desisted. It was evident
he …
