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Poem (Coriolanus)
Put down my name and stepped toward The awful thinking. Where is wound? Where harm? I entered the city gates and fought alone. Wounds? Mouths? Lethe is a river in a vein — pulsing through a body that bears a name others name — forgetful behind the eyes. Where is wound? Where harm? I fought […]
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In Baja for T.M.
We veered from asphalt to endure fifteen miles of tooth-rattling washboard through scattered organ pipe cactus and jagged road cuts, around hairpin turns. We arrived at a village that had escaped the cartographer’s attention. A few houses roofed with tin, a cinderblock church that would never grace a postcard. Where unpolished stones of the road […]
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Zach Barocas, contributor
Suggested Reading The Clock Maker’s Memoir, poems by Dan Featherston Not One of Them in Place, prose by Norman Finkelstein Cannibal 3, edited by Katy & Matt Henriksen The Second Diasporist Manifesto, by R.B. Kitaj Life in the Ordovician, poems by Robert Murphy The Poem of a Life: A Biography of Louis Zukofsky, by Mark […]
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Toxic Village
Grass is green. Pigeons twitch by. Manx cat or accident victim — lost it or never had it? Incomer-vision crinkles like a wrapper creases its subject: pink and purple stripes tremble man-size on a line. The creeps that creep into our bones at night and steal calcium smell like heat treatments and children. What does […]
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12:44
To conserve ice, I rub it on burned fingers before putting it in my drink. The egg burning still. Lightning and sun on the leaves, blue-grey behind the brownstones. Too powerful, the bird call outside, above the chainsaw. Engine; bark; brakes: constant sounds of the city, not often helpful. I’ve brought no clothes for a […]
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from My Twentieth Century
dear name I’ve started dear same all the time I’ll be you saying my teeth glow enough right outside some smiling at each other assholes party dawdling on thou shalt not skateboard painted on a church parking lot I’ll be you if you want threatened and hiding out there towns like we have hours in […]
