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Two Poems by Donald Paris

(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) A Phone Call to my Father I found your number while at work today. Thought about calling you and how the conversation would go. I suppose, I would try to distract us both from the silence echoing in the phone. Each…

We Came to Lose by Jason Kniep

A recent development: Sean places a bag over his head whenever we make love. A light-blocking, black plastic bag, 10 mil thickness. I waver between offended and fascinated. Before the bag, before the swimmer’s nose clips, it was just earplugs. Bright orange foam that he twisted into a tight spiral and jammed into his ear…

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Two Poems by Hannah Cohen

Death of the Ladies’ Man You were in the business of hurting others the most. Blister stains in pointed shoes, a moon of pink around the shower drain. You knew a woman in so many languages. And I am married to my gray hairs. And you were married to strings. Her lipstick singes desperate. Your…