Terrill

Mark Terrill

  WAITING FOR THE VULGARIANS   The painter paints a poem in black & white. The poet paints a fist full of flowers, a cloud held...
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Allison Paster-Torres

Allison Paster-Torres

Even when you think / you are touching someone / you never truly are

David Moolten

David Moolten

We study things ad absurdum, those with wings / our cousins or so the DNA testifies

Marcela Sulak

Marcela Sulak

I was one of / a hundred other women / bathing in the film

Ana Luísa Amaral

Ana Luisa Amaral

I left a book / on a park bench: / how foolish

Joshua Weiner

Joshua Weiner

Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; / So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.

David. E. St. John

D.E. St. John

During my father’s sermons, I would read / about my namesake and the men he killed.

Colette Nys-Mazure

Colette Nys-Mazure

One must not leave a woman alone in the garden.

Ronald Donn

Ronald Donn

I hold her hand like a telephone. / She tells a joke she’s never heard.

Rachel Custer

Rachel Custer

There is one church for the people who admit they are good / and one church for the people who don’t.

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