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Fourteen by Mike Meraz I remember when I was fourteen riding my bike listening to O.M.D. (So In Love) not really ever having been in
Fourteen by Mike Meraz I remember when I was fourteen riding my bike listening to O.M.D. (So In Love) not really ever having been in
Singer Tom Waits is to make his publishing debut next year with a book that combines his poetry with images of the homeless, according to
Dollop Room by Parigna Praveen sloshing soaking tar nylon semi-permeable membrane smooth clinky relinquished to beetroot health snippety doodles behind tar paper a little window
face placement off cadiz and pearl by oscar smiles haybell colonnades a book of matches shoots from the wrist pumpkin patches and perennials rubicon 4×4’s
CONTRADICTION by Jekwu Anyaegbuna Nigeria, the golden toilet where India and China defecate, expelling diseased drugs and antiretroviral generators of high-voltage deaths and tricycles of
James Tate was born in Kansas City, Missouri, on December 8, 1943. His father was an American pilot killed in the Second World War in
ALL OF A SUDDEN by Hugh Fox I throw the news out on to my Contact  List, 120 contacts, some of them in the  morgue
AMERICANIST WITH 10 ITEMS OR LESS by F.A. Nettlebeck WE’RE COMING, MOTHERFUCKERS. read the words on his T-shirt emblazoned across a picture of the Statue
emily dickinson’s attic by doug draime they tell me in their mimeo letter that they can’t consider my poetry unless i send $2. for their
Veil by Todd Davis In this low place between mountains fog settles with the dark of evening. Every year it takes some of those we