Elias Van Son

low voices God and i talk all day in low voices. i’m driving and he says something like   “did you know the air pressure in one of those semi-truck’s wheels is so great that they sometimes explode? and when they do, they shoot off the axel like a rocket. if you happen to be…

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HollyAnn Walls

Life… “Life is what you make it,” They told me. So   I made mine sit down and shut up.   I stuffed it into a small, neat, square and shiny box.   I crammed a ball gag in its mouth lest it embarrass me or scream for help.   I chastised it for coloring…

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Nickie Albert

Sick Day I’m taking the day off to mourn my life   which is not something I can do at work   surrounded by computers and codes.   Grief and regret – that one we’re implored to deny –   can’t be codified. They can be washed in tears   or taken for a walk…

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G David Schwartz

I’ll Not Pay The Piper I’ll not pay the piper Nor shall I sing And forget about That long flung shout Which makes a man feel dumb Have a little care The grave is just down there and with but a stoke Of dumb luck or perhaps a joke Pinch a penny and drag a…

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Frank Rossini

tough guy in moonlight in 7th grade he sat last row last seat head on desk asleep Sister Cleopha slapped his ear he laughed her face red hand trembling on the playground no one looked him in the eye afraid to wake his hands two furious stones tearing holes in God’s light   seven years…

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Eric Rawson

(Notes on) A Suburban Landscape Where dwelling is a mode Of citizenship   Not self Not text / landschaft Because the world Has been always Made even not here   But the proprietary between-places That poetry occupies   ‘Filling [one]’—like Lewis or Clark—‘with vague cravings Impossible To satisfy’   Privacy Beyond the formal   Supervised…

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