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2 poems by Emily Paskevics
We Were Never Lovers and we both know if it wasn’t for the vodka and that extra shot of rum you wouldn’t have walked me home, and you wouldn’t be here still if we weren’t both lonely as hell and boozing again. If we had real friends here in Montreal, or loved ones, or just someone else to fondle. We aren’t lovers. Urgency pressed us into this,
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3 poems by Charish Halliburton
Searching for Marvin Gaye Wet face, tired arms, sore throat. Look at you carrying on, carrying the dead weight that Zora said you would. Put him down, he’s too heavy for you You need melody on the wind What happened to those days of thumbing though vinyl until modernity pulled us by our collars? Only
Good Morning by Ryan Nelson
"The Holy Grail of the Mini Wheats world" (photo by grammardog) A Mini-Wheat eyes me warily from the bathroom floor. “Don’t worry,” I say. “I won’t throw you away today.” Droopy red marker
2 poems by Katelyn C. Dececco
Wallets How often wallets open for women wilting green paper like the tongues of tired dogs placating the hands of their masters But what do we command that we do not carry? And what do you offer That does not already lie open? The borders between us cannot be crossed with common treaties and wagging
3 Poems by Carey Glenn Smith
happy aesthetic couple He beat his former mistress, his wife, with a microphone. She bore whippletree lashes and slurped bruises, speaking deadly of mediocre fidelity. Her lashes batted to stand in for faded love’s gnash and made it damned near to the mark. But it did nothing more than let them
3 poems by Jim Davis
Self Portrait as Ottawa Sandstone Rough. Steam off a warm drink at the window where I contemplate my previous life and futures, presented as divergent rivers in a western landscape – my mind’s eye, the sun touching each, a quivering blanket of myself spread upon the skin of my future streams. Two
After the King Was Dead by Tony Yeykal
"1964 - Ann-Margret and Elvis" (photo by Flickr user James Vaughan) On August, 19th – three days after the king was dead - he married her in a little chapel outside Parkersburg, W.V. He was drunk. She was getting there. Mikey
Breakfast Tacos by Vincent Cooper
So I woke up Sunday morning dragged my ass out of bed and went to take my morning piss made some coffee with the intent of making the best cup in the world not just for myself but for my angel who is still asleep I remember the euphoria of waking up to the smell of coffee in the morning and was hoping
If You Want to Write About Grief by Anne Champion
"she ties her hair" (photo by Flickr user amrita b) write about a dripping faucet droning incessantly, keeping you awake for nights on end, a leak so stubborn you need a professional to fix it. Don’t say you were suicidal at the
Superstitious by Monet P. Thomas
"Ceramic Bowl, 10th Century A.D., Nishapur, Persia" (photo by Flickr user A. Davey) The bowl was old (Premature Balding), One of the few ceramics left in the family of newer, thinner polymers (Contraction of a Fatal Disease). My
