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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…

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Two Poems by Robert Beveridge

The Bearer’s Pint Flash of tongue trails over pink lip matches your top flowered, loose in all the right places not quite to your jeans. The kiss can be deadly but is oh so delicious. Roman legions, it is said, used it as a rite of passage a toast of manhood. The Gelatissassin (after Hendrixson)…

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Stolen Pleasures by Lise Colas

Taken from the larder on a sultry summer’s day, generous pats of best Epping butter, delivered by Mr Thackeray every second Tuesday in the month. Sly taste of salty gold on the tip of a rounded silver blade. Spread thick, without thought of the dwindling scraps left behind in the dinky blue and white butter…

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Two Poems by Jeff Whitney

Perpetual Country (Blood) It’s ok to be out of rivers and weak. Even today, wind troubling the lake’s thin chemise, two green birds kissing on a soldier’s cap, a Kansas calf’s warm blood misting the bullet   made miraculous by speed. We fail so perfectly as if it were designed. Sugar and sex the closest…

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Borealis by William C. Blome

The Indian girl in the bright green dress from down, down Madras way; the Indian girl with an overbite, hairy arms, and brassy coins; the Indian girl who’s somewhat tiresome at the zoo with her “let’s-stay-here-till-closing-time” chant in front of the great sandbox turtles and a rhino call home; oh the Indian girl whose voice…

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Being by Michael O’Neill

It was cold the day you touched me. Your hands entering just below the ribs, opening the drawer inside me, pulling it loose from its tracks, emptying the contents on the floor and rifling through the chalk white bones in search of the constellation spiraling through the atmosphere of my carcass.   We are all…