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Poems containing the words albeit, machine, castigate and busty.
what happens when the hangman goes home?
does he revel in his launching, read the paper,
drink to sleep to dream the hangmare
Jonathan Focht
We found them stalking our father's depressions, mocking our overweight mothers, commanding our elderly dogs to obey.
Meg Pokrass
The work of your fingers adorns our home—geometric
progressions of black and scarlet on grays and fleece white
Tina Harrach Denetclaw
Spreading your fingers wide to expose the fennel in you.
Gloria D. Gonsalves
He carried a blue chair, a place to sit down.
Chair—color of the sky.
Man—brown as the earth.
Jessica D. Thompson
The details unravel
like the porn movie we tried
to pry out of the Beta Max
C.L. Liedekev
The store of seismic
events where the spinning allure lurks
is the hippocampus.
Pramod M. Lad
It is there to remind me
and her that humans are hungry things—
wanting, wanting, wanting
Eric Hadley
Things were fair and good, and this was part of it.
Adam Spiegelman
my father liked to give flashlights,
camping lights, outdoor strings,
solar pen lights to clip to keychains
Joseph Mills
Ordered
pages uncompose themselves: world news
gusts over the dunes
Claudia Buckholts
What he needed early in life
was to be guided
through fuzzy dilemmas
Rick Adang
I wrote down all the names,
all the versions of all the names.
Jessy Randall
