Ross White

Ross White

  THOUGH WE THREATEN TO LOWER THE HAMMER, WE COME TO LOVE IT IN TIME   A toad took up residence on a wood slat      ...
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Diane K Martin

Diane Kirsten Martin

days are short / the path unspooled / longer than the one / wound up

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Ryan Van Winkle

you begin to feel / like a piece of wheat / standing up straight – / like other living things – // a tractor coming towards you / at 500 stalks a second

Arthur Vogelsang

Arthur Vogelsang

I motion the black beggar at the intersection into my car. / We drive along and interrupt each other. / He doesn’t know he’s going to Burbank but he is...

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Ryan Van Winkle

a bird flew / into our bedroom window // like a heavy book / dropped in the dark // part of a library. Not a crack / appeared in your eyes but this // lingers in me like that dream / when we were in bed and you // spoke with Her mouth / at my shivering dick...

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.

OTREMBA

Paul Otremba

They used to say the soul / gets in like that, // and so we had meat to knock against, / a tin plate for ringing out the bars. // The without-which-nothing-so- / you-hunger came next, // or like my fists held out—Pick one.

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