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Remnant.

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by James Croal Jackson. at the dawn of new love the redness of sand but the enormity of my past crash-landed into the current after losing sight of an early oasis I’m adjusting to your alien environment a mast can anchor to lust buried in the desert to disappear except you re-emerge endlessly in thought […]

Ladies with Bruises.

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by Rani Wesley.  Sabrina and I met at a dance studio. We were two of maybe five black members.  She moved to L.A. from the South like me.  She was from Atlanta, Georgia and I moved to L.A. from Clearwater, Florida.  Not that it was exactly the same thing, but I assumed there was some […]

Spring Chrysalis.

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by Mark Robinson. We talk about the weather often, how cold it is here this morning, every morning. And how it should be snowing, but it isn’t. Bleakness, be my guide: these poems need us. Without our voices, yours and mine, the world is nothing more than milky images, as if squinting at the moon. […]

Audiobooks and a Tear in Heaven’s Wind.

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by Cal LaFountain. People miss most of what anyone has to say in a book, in a lecture, in a life. People listen better than they read. Stories encode ancient empathy. Such is the stress and emphasis of voice. The average person of the day doesn’t engage with the literature of the day because it […]

Liability.

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by Sean Murphy. I witnessed an attempted hit-and-run from my balcony the other night. I was a bit tipsy myself, which made me feel oddly implicated, an accomplice in spirits. I had not driven, which made me feel vindicated, if not wise, as though I’d learned something important during my days of drinking and not […]

From “Blogostan_01”

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by Michał Zabłocki. Translated from the Polish by Charles S. Kraszewski Who approachest in the trumpet of the whirlwind Who takest me by surprise with the earth-quake The catastrophic downpour The bicycle-accident Who cuttest me off at the knees whilst I am walking Who unrollest before my eyes difficult scripts Who makest to rebel against […]

2019.

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by David Selzer. ‘O what fine thought we had because we thought That the worst rogues and rascals had died out.’ NINETEEN HUNDRED AND NINETEEN, W.B. Yeats Where the four main thoroughfares of our erstwhile Roman city meet, a many-legged dragon, in vivid gold and red, curved and reared, to gongs, drums, fire crackers on […]

Americans: Grow Up.

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by Charles Fischman. Wherever brewed coffee is sold to the American public is the “to-go” cup with its plastic lid. If the likeness has not already made an impression, let it be noted that the coffee “to-go“ cup and lid, with its upturned spout and narrow hole designed to fit grown human lips, looks very […]

Black Hole.

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by Darren Payne.                   Jem caught a movement in the corner of her eye. She looked up towards the open door to the hallway, cocked her head to one side and smiled. She said, “Hello, Abigail,” and then returned her gaze to the luminescent screen of the cell-phone that she cupped in her left hand. […]