Max Sessner

ANGER I want to be someone else ayellow midday spreads itself outall the way into my pocketwhere coins clink and myfist lives with which...
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Jeff Friedman

“You will crush our enemies or I will crush you,” the voice commanded. “These are my neighbors,” I said. “I don’t get along with most of them, but I wouldn’t want to crush them.” “It’s them or you,” the voice said.

Brooke Schifano

Little Shorts, sharpen your keys and clutch them like knives. // When you’ve got nothing else, go for the eyes.

A Send-Off for Ferlinghetti by Adam Borzič

He sang / like a gas station on a black summer night.

Sheila Dong

you stand a long time / by the creek, then / feed it two pennies, / one for you, one / for the love / inside you that / you can do nothing / with or about.

Jeff Fallis

A talisman against the agony / in his knees and hips // for which he was taking / black-market fentanyl

Vítězslav Nezval

I greet your gliding flight O wings of death / But there are other signs too

Ondřej Buddeus

realizing that the horizon is a line constituting an intersection between at least two systems, the inner and the outer one. Between an observer on the move and the roads within the landscape ...

Richard Jackson

the story / the two white women will not retract, despite the fact / that inside each story we tell another writes itself

Andrea Jurjević

the intoxicating ministry of dusk, the anchor of daylight lifting, sheets white / like a freshly crushed pill, // the vortex of the body and the clap of the / coral tongue...

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