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“Roadblock/Family Curses” by Jessie Janeshek

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Art by Moriah M. Mylod

blood-red nails        tiny ferns    or creek-side bloodletting

    he swears rain is coming

and, oh yeah, she’s pregnant

    and they name all their kids    after each other

    ink changing color, blend in

and their defense is to present me

            as a wild woman in red on fast horses out of our time

but I know every minute of every week

        toward the moor or the seashore.

You say I’m futuristic        but I’m cloyingly nostalgic

    well-read in the gothic        abandoning

the conga line of bleached blondes    to forcefeed the dying cat

        Christmas crackers and charades

and wink if it’s a murder    plaid pants and my father’s failed guillotine trick.

    If you have time I’ll teach you        stuffed with sweet pecans

otherwise you can look in the clear purse

    with the blue gingham pocket for secrets

            vampires haunting New England

        and Vampira on late-nite TV.

I wear a wig like hers    but I’m not starving you

    in my smart suit    in my flowered shell

        and all the good noirs take place by the Hollywood Bowl

a minute per page in the trick house we hear them

    except the one where the girl falls off the boat

in her stolen furs

        and you gut a dog to switch on your sex drive

        and I waterski to our eroding island

sex twice in the summer    a middy dress play

    fat caterwauls

so even when her coat’s shiny        I won’t forget she’s dying.

    I pray for an earlier night no matter what

I pray to come in the storm in a full-skirted green dress. 

    I’m saving it up for the riverbed chase scene

            for the wasp-waisted Los Angeles rainbow

        for the end is immortal/immoral

        for the femme fatale exits unscathed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jessie Janeshek’s three full-length collections are MADCAP (Stalking Horse Press, 2019), The Shaky Phase (Stalking Horse Press, 2017) and Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). Her chapbooks include Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press, 2016), Rah-Rah Nostalgia (dancing girl press, 2016), Supernoir (Grey Book Press, 2017), Auto-Harlow (Shirt Pocket Press, 2018), Hardscape (Reality Beach, forthcoming), and Channel U (Grey Book Press, forthcoming). Read more at jessiejaneshek.net.

Ten Simple Instructions for Complex Acts by William Cordeiro

after the FLUXUS Performance Workbook

1. All performers conduct a different hygiene routine: floss, clip toenails, wash hands, put on deodorant, shave, pluck eyebrows, etc. They may trade routines in a fugue-like pattern if they wish. Their tempo should correspond to the movements of a symphony.

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IETHER by Rose Knapp

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

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RELICS FROM THE LATE CARNAGE [erased-erasure re-edit] by John Vincler

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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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Two Poems by Joseph Ellison Brockway

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Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh

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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”

CERTAIN MOTELS / MOTEL SOFA by Shane Jesse Christmass

The transparent eyelids of Los Angeles. The whole show of human sense … celestial mechanics suddenly unemployed … language makers with superior intellect … everyday sexual occurrences inside the supermarket … secret visions stymied by the cerebral systems … an endless sky … dead arms flay about in a great storm … the feint flash of a sticky … heavy rain. My ghastly face … these hots days … these telegraph wires … this Continue reading “CERTAIN MOTELS / MOTEL SOFA by Shane Jesse Christmass”

The 37th Hour (After Kafka) by Fernando Sdrigotti

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Babel-ware by Mike Corrao and Logan Jones

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Metal Heart (Alchemical Auto-Couplets) by Brad Baumgartner

If by fire
Of sooty coal th’ empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.

    —Milton, Paradise Lost

 

L E A D
(Saturn )

Pentatonic maelstroms finishing the holy chore—
Galgalimic vagabonds of the Magdalenic corps.

Angels pave the way for us; I thank God for this life—
The Guardian of this thresh holds my days in strife.

Blood-morphed creature in the holy sky—
Headless black raven gives a bleak reply.

Dearest Kali Yuga, Sovereign of the night-land marsh—
You open up my Heart Box, but the killings are so harsh.

Archangel and a purring Holy Flower—
Of his own children Saturn must devour.

Coffin dweller, Sat-urn-ine charmer—
Dig up the bones of the Divine Farmer.

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A World With No Fear by Maria Brito

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New fiction by Marc Nash

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The Text in Various Forms by Bryce Jones

The Text

Eventually, I will join myself in absence. “Living among things designed to dispossess me.” I watch TV at my father’s house. A future stratified by the “logical extremes” of “extrapolation, spectacle, virtualization, and ‘entertainment.’” The poor of us are less than bodies – data dredged by fetishists, exploiting flesh through pixels with the polarity of water. Color dissolved in hair and skin, motion frozen and screen-grabbed. “A self-deforming cast.” I’m watching Epix – Epix Hits. Passive, like my, titillation – flaccid and cumless, edging le petite mort through RPGs and online banking. My reality colloids apart. Under a sun of milk and flour. I try absorbing language in order to feel heavier, but “everything flows… no… …thing to sink.” Without seeing the screen one only sees a prolapsed glow, splattered on the wall, across the floor. The blue light referencing abandonment. The face no longer clings viscid when split-open. Employ a digital cenotaph while I look for my body. Maybe language. Maybe language. If I can absorb it. It dissolves. Continue reading “The Text in Various Forms by Bryce Jones”

Three Poems by Ava Hofmann

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In A Kidney Dish by AMS-H

In A Kidney Dish

Seventeen months and six days ago,
with practice that could only be attached
to a pair of nitrile gloves,
they pulled apart generations of stratified tissue,
classified the human from the mammal
and presented the results on a stainless steel tray.

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Bar Mitzvah by Brett Dixon

For Marco

You’re fifteen, you’re trembling. The only working street light flickers and omits an ominous orange glow. Everything else is dark–the night, the thoughts in your head, the gun in your hand. The car slows as you approach the corner. There they are, Uncle Joe whispers, tonight you become a man.

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A Handbag, A Window, A Car by Solange Manche

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On Blood by Kaylie Padgett

On Blood

The blood I scrub from the inside of my underwear is not the same as the blood I wipe from my mouth, not the same blood my mother lost when laboring over my birth, not what spilled from my grandmother’s head when her stepfather split it open for scrubbing a floor wrong. Not the same, but close.

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Burn the Bloodstream by Emma Lee

Burn the Bloodstream

How can an odorless, yellow pill bring harm?

            Every time you say no to food, you say yes to thin.

One felt good so she took another,

            Eat clean, look lean.

not knowing two were an overdose.

            Greasy fries or skinny thighs?

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