Lisa DeSiro Why Single Straight Women Love Their Gay Male Friends Because they’re such charming chaps and they fill in the gaps for those of us who don’t have a mate: emergency contact / confidante / companion / date. Information about Lisa DeSiro, including a link to other published poems and her chapbook Grief Dreams […]
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Sarah J. Sloat “Misery 11”
Sarah J. Sloat Misery 11 Into the long pink string of his mouth, the pill, like a sack slung over a stone wall, astonished him in flowers. Citation: King, Stephen. Misery. London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1987. Sarah J. Sloat‘s poem hates fascists.
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Mary Ellen Shaughan “My Sister”
Mary Ellen Shaughan My Sister Nearly 90 now, she writes to me each week in her distinct scrawl, the characters looking more and more like chickadee tracks, the pen unwilling to comply with her mind, skipping over words or omitting the transition from one story to the next, and I am left wondering if words […]
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Brad Rose “Sedan de Ville”
Brad Rose Sedan de Ville They say death is a low, black, chauffeur-driven limousine, but who can afford that? Brad Rose is a lot taller than he thinks. www.bradrosepoetry.com
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Steve Klepetar “I too”
Steve Klepetar I too I too have a secret history, a self I keep locked away in the dark where it feeds always, trolling the waters, a shark gliding near the surface of memory and thought, striking at shadows. Steve Klepetar is thrilled, because he never expected to have a day, never mind whole week. This […]
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Steve Klepetar “Entropy”
Steve Klepetar Entropy I remember it all like a dream, how slowly we crumbled, waking after long sleep, standing, stretching as the city grew and changed, sliding into rubble at the end. Having spent five months living in Australia, Steve Klepetar has had two summers, which leaves him both sunburned and confused. This poem is […]
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Steve Klepetar “Future”
Steve Klepetar Future My mother read the future as she mopped, seeing all our lives unwind, reflected in slick puddles on the kitchen floor. Steve Klepetar believes the future lies before us.
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Steve Klepetar “Cassandra”
Steve Klepetar Cassandra Cursed and breathing darkness, she dreams of temples and a burning rain, while her tongue, blistered raw with prophecy, muddies the rhythms of flame. As a small boy, Steve Klepetar met the great logician Kurt Gödel at Princeton, but not much rubbed off.
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