Jeffrey Park

Experiment in Weightlessness   Upside down fishbowl occupant right side up tablecloths like spiraling butterflies brown lace-up shoe a woman’s random receipts brochures sticky notes last year’s desk calendar curling uncurling a glowing suspended instant strangers on the ledge faces averted unwilling to witness the tragedy of scorched birds in flight.     The Power…

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Chris Ozog

Knight’s Night Out You write your memoir of shattered mirrors and misconstrued epiphanies. for every recollection, every doubt that binds your mountainous limitation, to the top of the summit of debt, retaliations still sings as it’s proliferation stings, dissection of affluent memories persist, onto life’s projection where you tip-toe towards your demise, a modest dignitary…

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Brown Water

I liken the effects of coffee multiplying in my nervous system to the sound of cicadas, cacophony transitioning to unison on the warmest of days, finally climaxing, singular high pitch, solid throbbing greater than the sum of its parts. My brain ceases to exist outside itself for a period, all becomes internal cloaking haze before…

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Soak

I have an image in my mind. It is an image of a particular man. He is perhaps less scruffy than he was over the weekend, and no matter how close his morning shave he reached the evening’s shadow. I see him, soaking in a tub. There are no candles burning. No bubbles. No salt crystals…

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I Pour You This Poem

But I can only pour you this poem: with poor cloth-made and form not yet shaped, metaphors rain upon flesh and bone floating riddles dress in pale champagne froth tiers of honeysuckle foam pin to a clover’s song light seeps inside the ink droplets black– an ever-musing vestal rhyme charts my fingers to your mortal…

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With a Slash Between

She scribbles a few letters on the back of her card and hands it to him. She smiles and says something cheerful. The words don’t matter. As he takes the card, he answers in kind, if only to keep his tenuous grasp on the vision of civility he’s retreated into. He does not think of…

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