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04.22.02
This round brings more photographs from both Szu Burgess & Cary Conover, & poems from new contributor Graham Foust & Cultural Society kingpin Philip Jenks. Pam Rehm’s Saving Bonds chapbook & a Minisde of John Tiptons “color of snow” will be on hand in the next couple weeks. Go to the publications page for more […]
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The Rain Equation
is never simple And yet, every raindrop’s the goddamn same. Each demolished inch of winter starves alike collapses closer wound-toned, a skin of grass, the look of shit in water.
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Cambodia
I can’t say why we went to the moon, Thicket and hatchet, Transient and hash marks of data — First there was no water. This explains this or that migration and the general idea of it. Desert, thicket, branches, oceanic. Or the whole fire bruising Icy earth and one hundred, More many more bodies gathered. […]
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“ligature and commence…”
ligature and commence ballast or last dance my own, my little, hand corrupts the air I walk in again. even the head is imperfect keeps “no time.” not the way ice melts or jutting outward the dim profile of you are my horizon.
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Gerhard Richter
Go ahead (we’re watching) and kiss where you hit us. It’s just that we’re stupid. That painting isn’t moving.
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Zach Barocas, contributor
Suggested Reading In the Builded Place, poems by Michael Heller The Changes/Orders/Becomings, poems by Peyton Houston Echoes Inside the Labyrinth, poems by Thomas McGrath Light While There Is Light: An American History, fictional autobigraphy by Keith Waldrop A Short History of the Shadow, poems by Charles Wright Suggested Listening Band & Voices: A New Perspective […]