Wednesday 22 November 2017

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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Sonya Lea

Still, she knew she would get on the bus. Like Innana, the goddess of sex and war, the goddess who had been turned into a corpse by her dark sister in the Underworld, the goddess who had been hung out to dry like meat, Rachel had no way to get off the hook.

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.

Tarfia Faizullah

Tarfia Faizullah

It must have looked soft to her. That soft. Blacker still, / in Jesus-stained light. Mother gray in fluorescent light, / shaking chopped onions and garlic into the sweating pot.

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Steve Davenport

THE LAST SET OF MACHETES   Man, I don’t want to do this, Bald Guy says as he kicks at a rock. Black Guy and Bald Guy are picked up outside the commissary...

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Chard DeNiord

I fell with nothing to / slow my fall except my / body. Enough to save / me for now, I thought / in the blue from which / my second thoughts / emerged as true.

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