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billy goat hill – Anna Sergeeva
i was reminded by the totems of time that hold up my mind of two hunks of cold grey stone where we sat stoned watching fresh steel soar cutting the sky without consent bleeding oracles foretold and you said this city is dying dead death eyes fogged with routine unaware of the other side of…
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Storm Drain – Gloria Keeley
I could have gone to work, driven with windows open rain, tiny pins on my face; traffic, slow and easy I would have missed the news: the houses falling into the hole like old tinker toys in a child’s sandbox I could have driven all morning, tree parts sucked into my car’s grill a fallen…
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Healthcare Settings – Maria Chow
Health What does that really mean The physical mental social And not merely the absence of disease And not merely the absence of infirmities But in this environment Where the mentally challenged are seen as weak Where it’s easier to hide our vulnerabilities Because that’s what we were taught To repress our thoughts To live…
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Dragon Love God – Skooter Fein
Dragon Love God Swimming in the lost Seas The last island A ring of stone Volcanic Smoldering O bearded Ginsberg Queer saint Of poetry If the best minds of your Generation were destroyed By madness How about ours How about Endless lattes While looking at That glorious glowing rectangle So smooth & sleek How it…
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We Do It to Remember – E.K. Keith
for Lizzy Hernandez Get an old camera see the world like it’s 1971 It’s fun Sexual revolution in full swing Gas is cheap Movies cheaper Led Zeppelin on the radio Nixon in the White House sending guys to Vietnam Bone spurs will keep you out of one but not the other which one Everybody’s on…
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My Issues (No. 9) – S. M. Murphy
S. M. Murphy S. M. Murphy is a multidisciplinary artist inspired by the grotesque and macabre. His murals and artwork have been shown on the walls and in galleries of Sacramento and San Francisco, including both M5Art’s Art Hotel and Art Street projects.
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MEM RY AND C GNITI N – Russell Reza-Khaliq Gonzaga
Will my mother remember who I am The next time I see her? Last time I was her brother, this time I’m my father Cognition fades as neurons fail The next time I see her I may be nothing but a stranger Cognition fades as neurons fail Memory tattered, shattered and shade I may be…
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Explain the circumstances in as much detail as necessary. – Eric Darby
I had been considering shaving my moustache when a squadron of nuns knocked my door. None wore habits, but they had that sturdy nun look. The young one said they’d come to surrender my daughter to me. I haven’t had actual sex in seven years, but here was this four-year-old daughter: Germina with scuffed shoes.…
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Through The Night – Doug Johnson
Her wares neatly placed On the uneven sidewalk Drawn into the shadows She offers a free smile No one takes notice No one takes a look At the finely-woven Blue and white blanket Nor the silver spoons, The carefully-organized Tea cups and saucers, Nor the beaded purse Back pressed to the wall Day exchanged for…
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her photo – Julie Southworth
because this time she told her dad to smile, her photo because a camera shielded her from his not now, goddammit face, because a camera made him forget not now, goddammit, her photo when light rained onto film as she pressed the button and commanded cheese, when she ripped apart the drugstore envelope that held…
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