Category: poetry
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Honeymoon on the Volga
by William Doreski This is our third honeymoon and the first on which you’ve spoken to me, to anyone. The Volga flows under our little room. The innkeeper wields no recognizable language. Your native Russian means nothing to him. When English falls from my mouth it writhes on the carpet, where he extinguishes it with…
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Polar Vortex
by William Doreski The cold pouring down from the Arctic has toughened into an entity. Some kind of hideous animal, not to be petted, trusted, or even fed. Let it forage as it will. Let it growl and claw the pine-trunks. Don’t let it into the house unless you think it’s about to produce a…
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Sky is Dark
by Alexandria Liston A Tabby swaddled in cellophane. Smoldered stiff residue. Thinking if I didn’t eat, I could spend hundreds of dollars on clothes instead. Thinking less body would be good; Thinking less of me and more of you. The train is cold and still. Winding in loops and loops with light above. It is…
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On a Nebraska Interstate at Night
by John Grey out of happiness, wretchedness, truth and falsity, comes this Nebraska highway, where wheat has devoured grasslands and fence posts lead the way — barely a kink in the surface, a dip in the horizon, just a farmhouse, a silo, to measure the boredom and a car keeping up with the stars —…
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Should I Sit Down
by Kevin Risner should I sit down with a block of tarot cards you flip each one right side up you go further down the line to the image you’re thirsting for raise it for all to see the future you have dreamt about I dreamt about so many harrowing things this past month I…
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Proprioception
by Kevin Risner I’m alone I’m lying on my back TV muted don’t hear much except for a thrum inside of me a bump against my sternum my heart is there I’m holding my breath stop the lungs from going haywire but the heart keeps at it I see its twitch beneath the skin like…
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Moonlight & Famine
by Lena Ziegler & Find you murky inside my skin rattling loose splinters from my tongue a rot within this ghost breathing through the letters of your face a name that rhymes sweet forgiveness & I sense a tingle in your brain a tickle asking for the cure you’ve been the wild burn of forest…
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In Ohio There Is a Window Always Open
by Lena Ziegler and I want someone to notice my skin sewn crooked from patches of light I know women embarrassed to be naked in the presence of no one no one a self they have selved into being I know a man whose bones linger exposed whose muscles tense when touched I know a…
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October Comes New Skin Itch
by Lena Ziegler I’m in the mood for saline/the fog of lower backcan you smell it on me/wring want from melon-airwhen April comes I imagine knowing again& the daily work of take & breathe will behallways, stillborn & whisperingI’m in the mood for Christmas lights/wreathes shapedlike swallowing/& you/& you/& youto fuck me something holyI want…
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A Lustful Haiku
by Jacinta Carter your tongue in my mouthtasting what I cannot sayconsuming my words your fingers on minesliding down to grab my wristsbruising my pale skin your teeth in my fleshreleasing my sigh of painbegging to be hurt your hand on my throattrapping your name in my mouthholding me in place taking what you wantunleashing…
Dream Noir 