“Don’t ever think the poetry is dead in an old man because his forehead is wrinkled, or that his manhood has left him when his hand trembles! If they ever were there, they are there still.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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■ Raimundo Arruda Sobrinho has been writing poetry for most of his life, but because he was living on the side of the road in Sao Paulo, Brazil, only a few passersby ever read it. That changed when one of those readers, Shalla Monteiro, created a Facebook page to share Sobrinho’s poems with the world. The page attracted some 40,000 […]
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All We iWolves —a VR blush She’s not visiting; she’s moving in— listens from her hunkered launch, watches from the deepest pitch— and leaps into my throat like a scared heart. We soon lean together into the lit screen. Beneath, the motherboard bleats in her woolen coat, spun from the dust of nightly clicks and visits: pages of nameless […]
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Interstate Pyre Song ‘An alleged arsonist started a fire that burnt up a concrete bridge near Atlanta, GA. The FBI found no connections to terrorism.’ —The Atlanta Journal-Constitution . Do not go nearer the first responder— I fear for the yellow-clad men blinded by more than the news-miner’s smile. The intrepid reporter projects across the room at me with […]
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Goat Hoarder Farms frame the swatch of wild ridge line and hand nature more misery than she deserves for her sustainable soil; one man among his rolled bales that mildew in the summer torpor brains his biggest billy for the week’s meat; his slaughter’s bleating laughter cries into the valley, echo into silence— the chucked thuds and […]
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WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It’s the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen to speak. The birds have flown south and are staying there. Just like senior management, except the top […]
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Last Tuesday nobody was answering any emails except for the people who were waiting for answers only other people could give. there were rooms which needed stuff moved out, but the price had gone up because now the work had to be done out of hours. and someone was looking for numbers on feminine hygiene waste products used in […]
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The Best Chinese Restaurant he told me their best chinese restaurant was shut – it had been connected by the back wall to a vet clinic specifically for putting down animals. the sad eyes of dogs looking up at their owners, unable to understand their legs going cold. fuck it. death visits when you’re out and doesn’t leave a […]
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Camouflage plunging deeper into my miseries i come out of myself, reading threnodies even the camouflage’s lost its colour i will watch from the sidelines until i finally drown; until the last flicker bows to the tossing, to the darkness.
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Tequila (V5) By Michael Lee Johnson Single life is Tequila with a slice of lime, Shots offered my traveling strangers. Play them all deal them jacks, some diamonds then spades, hold back aces play hardball, mock the jokers. Paraplegic aging tumblers toss rocks, Their dice go for the one-night stand. Poltergeist fluid define another frame. Female dancers in the […]
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