Arthur Vogelsang

Arthur Vogelsang

  DEMENTED DISCUSSES DISTINGUISHED   I motion the black beggar at the intersection into my car. We drive along and interrupt each...
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Ernest Hilbert

Ernest Hilbert

We’ve entered the land of Jesus, Jacuzzis, / And jet skis.

Tadeusz Dabrowski

Tadeusz Dąbrowski

Those who have spent / all their money go trailing about for days / on end and die of exhaustion. Discreet / services collect the bodies before anyone has time / to notice them. How do I know about this? I don’t.

Nate Pritts

Re: Word: Nate Pritts

Such a beautiful orange trumpet! / Sometimes a keyhole is shaped like a cloud. // Those same words escaped me three times / because I wanted their sincerity // to sway people to have faith in me.

BP

Bradley Paul

Something about this room is off. / The timbre of its air. / The flavor of its existence.

Cynthia Cruz

Cynthia Cruz

The boat of death moves soundlessly / Across the room. // Then the terrible gift:

madrid

Anthony Madrid

Brake light out; kid turned on by a doll. / Serpentine belt blew, melted the motor. / The speed limit is not the speed limit. /

John. W. Evans

John W. Evans

I lament my dead with real man-tears. / My sorrow settles all fears. / The gods make light this head they’ve crowned. / I snap trunks, scrap cities, pound beers.

Nate Pritts

Nate Pritts

Such a beautiful orange trumpet! / Sometimes a keyhole is shaped like a cloud. // Those same words escaped me three times / because I wanted their sincerity // to sway people to have faith in me...

Ben Mazer

Ben Mazer

sweating the heat, lagged on a sagging couch, / springs broken and collapsed, the curtains drawn, / and saw receding from my distant childhood / an old film I'd loved from fifty years ago, / The Strawberry Blonde

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