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Two Poems by Chloe N. Clark

Cephalofoil The eye doctor gives me a look of concern, he asks “do you drive?” and I say no, have never and he says “well, that’s good. You have barely any peripheral vision. Have you ever noticed that?” Have I ever noticed the things I don’t notice? I shake my head, though maybe it explains…

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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…

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National Poetry Month Announcement

Lovely CC Readers, In observance of National Poetry Month, we will be featuring work from the following poets each Friday in April: Hannah Cohen (4/6) Donald Paris (4/13) Chloe N. Clark (4/20) Brian Robert Flynn (4/27) Please join us as we celebrate these poets and visit Cease, Cows throughout April to read their poems! ~…

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Piazza Vecchia by Diana Radovan

December 3rd, 2018 The body of an angel was found in Piazza Vecchia this morning at 6 a.m. The angel’s wings were broken and the face was squashed on one side, allowing honey bees to enter the space that would normally be inhabited by flesh and bones in human or animal beings. The angel seemed…

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Oceans by Nikolaj Volgushev

One morning I wake up to find my living room replaced by an ocean. I stand in the doorway, look over the gray, clamoring waves. They stretch as far as the eye can see. This isn’t a tropical sort of ocean, it’s breezy and unwelcoming. The North Atlantic perhaps? I light a cigarette, consider my…