Re: Word: Nick Demske

  LOCKHEED MARTIN AUBADE   The frozen blast of sunrise melts up, cottony popsicle. I love that. I love the flaming carpet parapet...
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Andrew Cox

Clapping comes at the end but it is not because / We were happy about what we just heard...

Emily Bludworth de Barrios

I would like one thing to become clear, / then another. // Praise on you / who have your clear values to live for.

Eldon (Craig) Reishus

Murphy, Finn's father, badly loved to drink beer and net smelt, and one bastard, roaring autumn night above the last mean plummet to Lake Superior, he was swept without a cry to a premature death.

Ricky Garni

I love staring at glass bricks, though, and looking at sparkling bottles of whiskey. They look like treasures. They are treasures! I love to look at treasures.

Dolly Lemke

Thank you, boss, I really needed a Tiffany’s key chain // I definitely get the passion, Boss says / It’s like golf / Poetry = golf // Vomit...

Keith Driver

Everyone was writing a novel that started, "I was born and it was Tuesday and these / things stayed true for the rest of my life." / Everyone was helping her parents fall in love in the distant past

Joshua Weiner

"To Disturb Profoundly the Senses" - a deconstructed appropriation of material from the so-called "Torture Memos" penned by the Bush Six at the Office of Legal Counsel

Keith Driver

Once I found a piano wedged under a slab of rock. / The keys smelled like a woman I had married. / Often I dream of her — a tournament of innocence / played in lycra with stone tablets.

Joshua Weiner

My first painting, that one. I remember / the feeling that the light was creating / the shade, somehow, of coming into November, / of always turning, never waiting. // But I've always been waiting.

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