June Contributors
Ron Arbuckle, Olivia Bell, Katherine Breeden, Lachlan Brooks, Mackenzie Carignan, Kathi Crawford, Nick Crowley, Francis de Lima, Ryan di Francesco, Peter Donnelly, Bart Edelman, Mike Ferguson, Devon Fulford, Howie Good, Shannon Guglielmo, Samantha Hund, Kiran Josen, dee p.r. kay, Josh Lipson, Kes Maro, Garth Martens, Colin McGuire, Mike McHone, Natalie Nee, Clara No!, Mark Parsons, Emily Pavick, Abish Qamar, and John Repp
Poetry
May Highlights
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swan story: ode to ambiguous pronouns
by John Repp
“…the delis & bookshops, / the cobblers & lectures & resettlement houses jostling / each block, all the free things penniless couples could do, / how they hid their Robeson records till McCarthy / was good and dead.”
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domestic sentences 11
by Bill Neumire
“[Jesse] just got a senior lecturer position at Cornell and he gets to teach a class on happiness, which is a secular replacement for god.
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it was a war, wasn't it?
by Crystal James
“Today, I celebrate my inner child / Her strength and resilience / Her messy hair and shy voice / Her dirty feet and fearless climb / Her vigilance / Her hope / Her love for red poppies in August”
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puppet man
by Frank Haberle
“Come, children, the man standing on a box / In the center of the bridge yelled to us, / In Shakespeare. Let us shut up this box / And put away these puppets, for our play / Has been played.”
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narcissus, repenting
by Hanna Webster
“I lick her palm, which tastes like mercy, her grooved heartline ensnared by the pathetic molecular boundary of her flesh. What a shame. I smell fear radiate from her hair like steam”
five poems
by Mark Wadley
“Best of all wrestlers / you float above your body / as it takes
its punishment / your mind a phantom limb…”
five poems
by Elizabeth Shanaz
“I told him no. Her man plopped his ugly ass in my DMs. I didn’t have / the bandwidth.”
six visual poems
by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)
“As a veil floats the written text”
three poems
by Isla Mayer
“…it was the work of minimal imagination to picture them overturning furniture pulling cupboards away from the walls…”
five poems
by Rhea Melina
“This spider trap was not my plan. I did not design this steep, slick bathtub nor fail to seal the doors properly.”
three poems
by Damon Hubbs
“Before M_____ taped a banana to the wall we painted with cocaine cool heat, supra-sensorial, rivulets of violets.”
five poems
by Will Cordeiro
“A barren landscape, a blinding expanse. As if I had fallen into the subterranean reaches of a dry cave that opened out into shadowy folds of badlands.”
two poems
by Chris McCreary
“they blame the game, not the tablet making the brain pan nap its mangle.”
three poems
by MK Kuol
“everything ceases to be. everything… i become the ash of my poems―only survived by subdued commas―charred in time’s kiln.”
three poems
by Scott C. Holstad
“she thinks of flowers. she spreads her legs and touches herself. her fingers are drills.”
three poems
by Tom Zimmerman
“the roof of Hell my parents walked & bore of course dark shadows of their own but i believe i was the über shadow of the house the demon dynamo…”
three poems
by Sean G. Meggeson
“ground mice needle scurrying liquid drop model making time creating big men paining…”
Two poems
by Gerard Sarnat
“…fly again into regular quotidian lives.”
ephemera
by Eva Alter
“…I sit in the sand and listen to the tides gasp Their satellite song.
five poems
by Thomas Jackson
“call an ugly over rugburn from pulled collar red rough textile stingturn on, bent knee stint fingers in mouth”
Two Poems
by Jonathan Fletcher
“Jesus boxing Satan tall, six-packed, chiseled a facial twin of Jared Leto…”
four poems
by Liam Strong
“[if we didn’t run / from our prey][if we wore scars like scars & not berries / for the plucking]…”
five poems
by K. Fern Lauth
“A brief sliver of life and light Exists between the white silences”
two poems
by Bob McAfee
“Fine day for a ride. Back in the saddle again. Wearing chaps and chap stick on Rodeo Day at the hotel from Hell. Relatives will be called to ID the body.”
kaos karma
by Rus Komutoff
“VOICES IN MY HEAD THESE ALMOST INVISIBLE CLOUDS OF BREATH KILLING TIME LOST DAYS ANONYMOUS TRANSCENDANCE”