S.Marie Clay Your stature suggests the sleep of a museum, fifty coffins piled into a single room; waxen figures with mouths furiously cut open, hair from possum’s shield, eyes sliced from poached eggs, those oblong white flags. The smell is what makes you real. Things go bad. When I was a grasshopper child,...
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YEAR OF THE POSSUM
Soraya
Anis Shivani 1. I believe in licking riot grrrl power beads. I believe in ring-around-a-rosy to move the Mensheviks’ frozen mercury. I believe, Soraya, in Roman candles whose eidetic effusion kills the licensed goose. I believe in rodomontade among splashy waterfalls, cold water the spitting image of Thomism. (Thoth, messenger of pins, screw...
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Glaciology
Dana Diehl Three years after the pilot’s wife died, her sister flew across the Atlantic Ocean to visit America for the first time. The sister’s name was Anna. Anna, the wild, redheaded, double-jointed girl from the photo albums. Anna, who’d fishtail chamomile into her braids in the summer and dive into the sub-zero...
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Metro Tepito
Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976. He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada. His work has recently appeared in Hiram Poetry Review and is forthcoming in Rampike Magazine and Vallum: Contemporary Poetry & Poetics. He lives in...
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The Rogue Translation
Karen An-hwei Lee Bird is niao in the original Mandarin. Un oiseau avec la bicyclette jaune – The word oiseau is French for bird. Translation: A bird with a yellow bicycle. An untethered wild bird, a rogue translation flaps its wings, resists capture, flies off the page. Translation: There is...
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Shooting Script
Karyna McGlynn I like to yank necklaces from women’s throats. I am unconcerned whether I break the clasps or the women. A spray of pearls in the sunlight. No comment. I smoke in the same sunlight. Unconcerned in my underwear on an old floral chair. My feet on the armrest. Look at me....
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Omphal*OS
Joe Pan Shangri La La La Lollipop O Williamsburg! Burg of adventure & bowling! Of vendors too stoned/whatever to serve! O industrial hamlet of innocuous dissonance, the hipster elite, mid-sized ruffian mutts & caravans of street meat! A comet of tongues stream-videos along your corridors, a la YouTube, ob la di, unrepentant &...
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Saint Morissey
Cathy Park Hong after Omar Fast When I listen to you, I feel heroic. I drink gin that tastes like gasoline and hear Mama roja in the toilet. I am the heir to nothing in particular. I want love on a rooftop but that love is so pure, it will kill me and...
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Calle Regina
Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976. He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada. His work has recently appeared in Hiram Poetry Review and is forthcoming in Rampike Magazine and Vallum: Contemporary Poetry & Poetics. He lives in...
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SHIKELLAMY HILL
G.C. Waldrep if not, less expert: elm-riven: light floods iteration’s domicile: how would you describe: as paraph, signature: strapped to winter’s gurney, its compound fracture: stellar scatter, the neo- lithic: waking radial, into that pink symmetry: your life in other (): thread into wick:: refulgent:: the process process: or, Chronicle: modeled in serum:...
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