Robert J. W. Long ago we replaced our teeth with katanas and on the day we established a connection, we severed it in our broken hunger. Robert J. W. is an author of dark poetry from Morgantown, WV.
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Dale Wisely
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Steve Klepetar “Stone Cutter and Cloud”
Steve Klepetar Stone Cutter and Cloud Tonight I am stone cutter and cloud, a man with empty hands, who stands before you spinning with sleep, wearing the ropes of day, dressed in thin, ragged shreds of dream. Steve Klepetar is like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir.
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Mark Young “Flight Design”
Mark Young Flight Design He is lead forward by their announcing wings. —William Carlos Williams: Paterson He turned to designing air- planes after a line from a WCW poem soared from the page, wrapped its wings around his neck & whispered in his ear all the secrets of aeronautics. Mark Young‘s most recent books are The […]
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Kate Gallagher “I know you don’t care”
Kate Gallagher I know you don’t care First cold December Sunday morning in New York, on the Hudson, so the cat goes to her spot where heat rises from the floor, and the door to the boiler room is and the air stings my face like a piece of jagged ice and I could show […]
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Keith Nunes “Out of tune”
Keith Nunes Out of tune Two 20-something guys sitting behind me on the bus talking about music and one says that he’d like to get into classical music “but really it’s all just covers isn’t it”. Keith Nunes sends it out and gives it a smile if it comes back.
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Keith Nunes “It’s not you I’m afraid of”
Keith Nunes It’s not you I’m afraid of This guy comes around to visit and always wears wrap-around dark glasses so I finally say to him “if you don’t want to make eye contact why don’t you just ring me” and so now he phones me but still wears the glasses while we talk. Keith […]
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Trevor Pyle “Television Set”
Trevor Pyle Television Set I pushed it out the window to the loamy garden beneath, but the next morning it’d sprung up on roots and now it tapped at the window, asking if I’d heard the latest about Kanye, shouting its rough-edged political opinions, slyly whispering the name of the only hemorrhoid cream that could provide true relief. Trevor […]
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C. G. Vowles “Tunnel Visionary”
C. G. Vowles Tunnel Visionary After three straight years of reading surrealist poetry on the tiled platforms of the London underground, the mind can shrink from you, squidquick, into the dark (in the lilac time between streetlamps and their dimming) until its wet blink beholds petals upon the spines of fiery starfish. C. G. Vowles teaches […]
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