by John Attanas
In the dining room
of the Holiday Inn,
Salem, Massachusetts,
Dad has just ordered
a third vodka martini.
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by John Attanas
In the dining room
of the Holiday Inn,
Salem, Massachusetts,
Dad has just ordered
a third vodka martini.
Continue reading
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by Beth Houston
It’s not a shell, as often thought, but bone,
A piece of sail cat catfish skull, the part
That looks like God hung on the cross, weird clone
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by Darren C. Demaree
I heard you call this
a history of aesthetics
& you are wrong. Continue reading
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by James Cariddi
The other Thursday I was sipping dark rum drifting in and
out between twelve and one watching through the smart TV
my third grainy educational video since my wife went to bed,
called “How Medieval People Got the Best Sleep in History,”
about all the cool things people did between their sessions of
natural, biphasic sleep Continue reading
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by Wasima Khan
They used to call this wind Kusi,
soft, southern, bearer of trade and stories.
It brought the dhow,
tilting into the harbor like a hymn,
its hull fat with cloves and longing. Continue reading
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