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Two Poems by Hannah Cohen

Body as an Alberto Giacometti Sculpture Just think, this is about as close to the wire frame and knife’s edge for a head I’ll ever get. My spaces are full, been thin and slipped so many times. If you’re a museum, call me a standing wreck, god, yes, I’m yours. Superficial Today I learned there…

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Two Poems by Claudia Serea

The places we used to roam I’ve been there, hanging out with the dwarf at the Palisades circus, and with the clown with tragic eyes smoking a cigarette on the roof of the flying Zamboni. I’ve been there, in another life, a memory, a photograph, a dream. There’s nothing romantic about that. And the angel…

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Two Poems by Patrick Bower

Adaptations A Brindle Afghan disappears, if she can manage to be still,   before a backdrop of shrubbery like triggerfish into the sargassum   a jaguar into the understory or a human into a plaza,   where hundreds are dancing, swaying together or apart,   like the tentacles of a sea anemone hypnotic, concealing harpoons.…

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Never Family by Lee Landau

I swear I never wrote about you, days spent cleaning, always ironing the sheets and underwear,   hours cooking and baking for the freezer, never family.   Karen, sly bandito, searched your purse, the cabinets and kitchen drawers. You kept that freezer   locked daring anyone to steal your hard work…always, always for people outside…

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A Small Potato by Brian Robert Flynn

You are a small potato. Bigger potatoes are dancing to fantastic music in outer space, but you can’t go there. You’re a simpleton blown to bits by the cut and thrust of superior tubers, by the gravity of dancing. Your zen is here in the grocery store, moving through life as a good or service,…

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Two Poems by Justin Karcher

The Last Time I Was Really Happy, Emilio Estevez Was Coaching Peewee Hockey Yesterday, while I was on my usual midnight pilgrimage, I was suavely walking down Richmond Ave. When I heard the quacking of ducks.   I looked all around and didn’t see anything – And yet, the quacking persisted. I assumed there was…

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Two Poems by Jim Zola

Missing I ignore the peeling trim, bare spots on the lawn. A grocery list: beer, detergent. No warm dinner waits. I eat two bowls of Cheerios, drink the last beer, step outside to smoke. Stars blink. The dog paws the dirt and barks at nothing. By morning, I practice concern. Should I shave? What to…

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Ministry of Winter by Daniel Smart

At the mercy of such pristine majesty, everything manmade simplifies, like some haphazard fraction. No terrific, mottled Appaloosas—only the innocent infinity of their barnyards everywhere; simultaneous lengths of all time and roads compacted, creaking, and anonymously on display. Even at the bracing smokewhite of daybreak, all seems equally dazzling and incidental, slowed to a dead…

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Two Years, Ablative by Michael Fertik

There are still spots on the carpet where you dripped blood My Dupont textured Saxony cut pile carpet, Off-white, like clotted cream oxygenated for an hour. Three spots left, of the seven You scrubbed vigorously. You see? you said. Abluted! You were shaking, cackling. I can see three when I bend my neck, And the…