Tony Press Gratitude Lost my way again riding midnight trains of thought, and yet you waited. Tony Press loves Oaxaca, MX, Bristol UK, and so much more.
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Poems
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Cece Peri: Untitled
Cece Peri The moon, an eye through fire escape bars, is she my prisoner, or am I hers? Cece Peri lives, writes, and geocaches in and around Los Angeles.
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Karen Lewis: “Apocalypse”
Karen Lewis Apocalypse At the end of the world there are no roads, only plateaus of blue ice and glimmers of fireworks; if you are lucky you will gain a free ticket to the show and maybe an immune companion to chat with during intermission. Karen Lewis lives in rural Northern California where she chases […]
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Alanna Rae: “Right Angle”
Alanna Rae Right Angle Peer inside the slit the brain crawls through to become a cube, each thought stretching to resemble the straight line that led here, without curved signs at the crossing sections in the road, where you could have left, or could have remembered to stop time, before it was taken and turned […]
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Shawn Nacona Stroud “1941”
Shawn Nacona Stroud 1941 Sludge-colored snow weeps down around us like volcanic ash— soon we too shall cascade with you, accumulate among everyone we’ve ever known. Shawn Nacona Stroud scratches words onto a blank page the way a painter brushes oils onto canvas.
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Neil Ellman
Neil Ellman This Too (after the lithograph by Mark Fox) This too shall propagate, crawl,swim, fly, weave spider webs, leave tracks in mud and walk upright to become another after-thought without a soul, alive first, then in stone without an after-life except as bone. Neil Ellman, a poet from New Jersey, has been published widely […]
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Jordan Jamison: “For Mom”
Jordan Jamison For Mom The boy eats his lithium And breaks into blossom. Jordan Jamison is a college freshman from Arizona and one of three Founders of JAB, a poetry and arts publication/collective.
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Kathy Gilbert: “Of the black woman in blue”
Kathy Gilbert Of the black woman in blue scrubs crossing Southgate: her sad right eye swam off her face searching like a fish for a hole in the net . Kathy Gilbert is a poet who loves sonics and brevity.
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