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A Prose Poem and A Poem by Laura Stringfellow

Where the Desert Met the Sea

…………..I had a dream where the desert met the sea. Imagine it—a shore of fleshy dust filled with creosote and mesquite, limbs small and fragile like those of the starving. My skin began to feel as though coated with fire, and the chair of earth I sat upon crumbled Continue reading “A Prose Poem and A Poem by Laura Stringfellow”

The Private Study & Interior Architecture by Beau W. Beakhouse

I meditate separately. I read enclosed.

together we try to watch a panoramic video of a lunar eclipse. there’s a second where we both hold still   phone aligned with the moon

on an empty side street you sit in your car & inter questions about the lost causes of poetry, as the windows are touched by bay mist Continue reading “The Private Study & Interior Architecture by Beau W. Beakhouse”

IETHER by Rose Knapp

I Adonis Am
Glass Gladiaterroir
POSIlilliLiiiTT Axiomatic
Acoustic Axis Cis Turin Shrouding

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Two Poems by Adriana Stimola


It ends with oranges, as
I work my way up,
inside, rise to
this closed-eye occasion.
This citrus coronation.
The cotton softly covering
the places you pry and I leak.
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Womannotated – An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees (Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream)

An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees

He recognizes painted eyes like green
irises mythologized over a decade and
a half ago — the speckled girl, sixteen,
he used to know — acquainted, where you stand
in her place, in your hand replica, bisque,
familiar face, unblemished cheeks, unbloomed
by his demonic lips. Lunar eclipse Continue reading “Womannotated – An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees (Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream)”

/**Prayer for Validation*/ by Catherine Fletcher

I beseech you, Our Lady
……………of the 2 Factor. I
receive innumerable torrents
……………of bits, impulses which jam
your perpetual—

<b l i n k>

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abite* by Darya Kulbashna

……..……   fell  asleep  by the endtrance door  secure locked had ascended
the    starecase   without   disturbing   a  fly  aslip  of   a  tongue   knocked
understood  the treason of existence or just laughed in advance the end
was always near accidentally spilled wrath always hangry for news paper
cuts  metallic  artifacts  a  finger  is  pointing  to   the  horrorzone   giggles
dissolve the dark figure in the corner it persists Continue reading “abite* by Darya Kulbashna”

Three Remixed Poems by Shloka Shankar

The Dirt on Our Shoes

Peering down rabbit holes
is a sign of fever. Unable to move,
we haul logic in our wake—
the dirt on our shoes disappearing.

Unable to move, a sign of fever
the intensity of infinity—
we haul logic in our wake
where words put down roots.
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San Andreas Shores Ferry Service by Todd Mercer

When the big one hits, my boats
will be poised to transport passengers
from mainland California to the massive
wedge that falls off into the Pacific Ocean.
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Dream Diary № 1 by RC deWinter

i dreamed of a fast talking charmer named mike who wanted me to work for him selling cars
he’d started out in jewelry so was well experienced in pushing high ticket items
but being a savvy chinless guy figured cars would always be needed
and diamonds despite being a girl’s best friend couldn’t get you to work at least not in most situations Continue reading “Dream Diary № 1 by RC deWinter”

Two Poems by Joseph Ellison Brockway

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Precipitation by Bob McAfee

If you come home your nightgown hem awash with dew,
you must have been dancing with the alpha wolf,
clinging to the wool of his collar, your paw
buried in the silk of his shoulder, your ankle
heeling to his rhythms as your heart nearly bursts,
striding, finding your place in his midnight pack.

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At The Kitchen Table by Sigrid Bergie Feliciano

like some obscure camera looming
the kitchen table reflects my image on
a chair by the table quietly
four nice chairs to sit in, to pull out
from under the table
shuffle the space, formulate the square room and
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4/4 by Petero Kalulé


before they play,
they feel a deep-boned
………………… pre-knowing
…… of the legerdemain of fire

before they play,..they
……. g listen hot in thren & s-
……………………………… way
a sorcery,
a silent infinite orrery of warmth Continue reading “4/4 by Petero Kalulé”

Apocalypse Poems [Visual Poetry/Collage] by Jeremy P. Bushnell

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Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh

where’s this splace

what’s where’s this place this space this place, you ask, having once lived in water, kicking & dreaming, then on one daybreak dropped from planet uterus, yes, the planet that you can never go back to. now all grown up, an uprooted plant from earth, acrophobic, you do not do the sulking & screaming anymore, but your cognitive dissonance is obvious from your frequent wtf is this & wtf is that. stranded in a rubber plantation one dusk you catch yourself speaking suddenly in fluent malayalam. where’s this place. lost in thar desert another noon you surprise yourself speaking in rajastani. Continue reading “Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh”

Auto- by AM Ringwalt

I begin with a drone.


I begin with the reflection of my face as I sing to the framed photo of a volcano erupting.

I begin with my mother—how, this summer, as we drove through the humidity and jasmine and river-smell (not quite fish, not quite algae, not quite salt) she told me I had a twin who died in the womb.

I decide she’s a sister.

Ghost sister. I begin with a drone and narrate from the voice of the ghost sister,
…………..ghost double. Continue reading Auto- by AM Ringwalt”

In May by Emma Miles

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Animals Almost Pistols by Sacha Archer

Note on method: This poem was composed by laying a string over 4 prepared
panels on which were haphazardly arranged pages from various texts.
The string determined the words used and in which order they appear.

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Electric Forest by Victoria Nordlund

We have been in the ground where all the dead lie but Kay is not there—
From The Snow Queen—Hans Christian Andersen


She floats now among the little torches
sipping on sour sloe gin

that sets her teeth on edge—
in this forest of lasers and hanging lights,

in this party that doesn’t exist—
She thought she would find him

but she seems to have lost herself
in the sheets and mirrors and slides

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